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...
One Feels divine experience in Himalayas !! Great Words
ReplyDeleteI agree. It's heaven on earth.
DeleteWell said!
ReplyDeleteBahut sahi kaha 👍👍
ReplyDeleteShukriya
DeleteVery nice.
ReplyDeleteThanks
DeleteA perfect description of Himalayas in so few words!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, sir.
DeleteIt's humble magnificence!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jaishree.
DeleteLovely depiction Saru!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Saurabh.
Deletenice one
ReplyDeleteThanks
Deleteawesome ! isn't that heaven !
ReplyDeleteIt is indeed.
DeleteHeaven!
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DeleteI can totally visualize what you mean. Have been to places where the only sound I could hear was the waves hitting the sea shore or the sound of birds chirping nearby. It was truly beautiful.
ReplyDeletePeace in few words :)
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