Monday, July 30, 2012


Uproar from the depth of my soul,
Pleading to you young and old;
Unseen unheard;
In yesterday’s world,
Life measured against gold;
Trigger ready in the courtyard,
The city is not safe;
Villages – Dead!

Walk out of the bed;
Every day to some unknown dead;
Neighborhood secured by the knights;
My children away and mother inside,
Greed is no more about bread;
There is much beyond hatred!

Crosses borders seeking peace,
I am a child…don’t understand your treatise;
Back home…there is fight for basic need,
I don’t understand – I bleed!
The army finally decided to retreat.

Sell happiness in the dark alleys of yesterday;
You can be my guest tonight;
For happiness is not always pleasure;
My pain is your leisure,
When the sun rises tomorrow;
Your beautiful day – Can I borrow?
Let me measure your happiness with my sorrow.

Am always there in the street corner,
This progressive nation is big enough to hold me;
I lay beside the scrapheap and one day I will be part,
My soul, my journey, I Depart…played my part;
When your foods rot – remember I starved!
In the silence of the night I too barked.

I…A being …A life
I rejoice in the past …I am alive,
The populace – beehive;
I let it go …..Existence Survive!


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