Being Human
Under the roof of winter, Latches of my door open without making a sound. It's cold out there, Someone lost his ground. My soul shivers, Not that I'm cold. Someone from my land, Sleeps under the bridge while dreaming of gold. How can I... tuck myself in the quilt? When the winter storm is blowing, Hopes they have built. I have to get up, Do something... Before I start questioning who am I? And, they start saying...'Humanity dies.' Let's work out something, Take a resolution. Walk across all kinds of bridges, And, just be human... From centuries people are migrating for work or for better opportunities. But, not everyone has a smooth sailing...some live under miserable conditions. Most heart wrenching fact is nobody helps them, not even people from their own countries. I know, everybody is busy chasing the bigger purpose of life. But don't you think we should help people in need? Let's try to be better human being...
Maine aaj hi dhyaan diya, bahut accha aur sahi likhti ho bhie ๐๐
ReplyDeleteBurst and firecracker. Good play of words as usual, specially when the two words are assigned to different individuals but yet represent the strong bond.
ReplyDeleteTrue...And, beautiful!:)
ReplyDeleteYou're an amazing storyteller, Saru. Always come up with such wonderful short stories.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Loved how you connected the vibrance of the festival to the a father's pride in his child.
ReplyDeleteYou touch my heart with every story you spin with so few words. Amazing Saru..you truly are :)
ReplyDeleteA heart-warming little tale!
ReplyDeleteHeart touching lines
ReplyDeleteSuperb thought.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
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