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...
So true! Book-lovers do not need any other thing to get high on.
ReplyDelete100% agree ๐๐
ReplyDeleteSuperb one.
ReplyDeleteVery true...the "Nasha" of a good book cannot be compared with anything.
ReplyDeleteSo very true!
ReplyDeleteWoah! Books give such a high. Saru! My expectations of you are very high. When are you coming up with a book?
ReplyDeleteCan never disagree on a high that books give, Saru:)
ReplyDeleteAmazing! Succinct, short but so true.
ReplyDeleteI can relate!
ReplyDeleteAaww, that's incredibly true ❤️ n I know the feeling ๐
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