Filed under: Poetry
My heart bleeds when I see a hungry child sifting through filth.
His protruding rib-cage tells the nights spent on zilch.
My soul cries when I see a poor man getting drenched in rain,
Without even trying to find a shelter to end his pain.
He may look sadistic to one n all,
But its his way of asking God to test his wherewithall.
My heart bleeds when I see a naked woman lying on the street,
Famished and Ravaged.
Looking in neverland,as if to foresee,
When will be the day when God will set her free.
My soul cries when I see a man hovering around the foodshop,
Waiting with patient breath for a pie of food to drop,
For those last drops of tea, on which he can feast,
Before the waiter clears the table, or the roadside dog comes to compete.
My heart bleeds when I see ppl standing in queue outside the temple premises,
Some with folded hands while others with open crevices.
They wait at the end of the duct for the offerings to flow,
To gorge on the filth that would be their only blessing to show.
My soul cries when I see rows and rows of ladies baring flesh,
Ready to be sold for as low as one can profess.
They satiate the carnal desires of the virile,
To make their children eat for a while.
My heart bleeds when I see abject poverty,
Breeding at the cost of an opulent society.
My soul cries when I see poor ppl giving up on life,
And live dead every day to fight the strife.
All this makes me to ask HIM,
When will this bridge be ever dissolved.
HE answers with a smirk on his face,
Its not me who has created this ever-widening space.
I made the world as equal,
Thus its you, my man, who should find a way to get it resolved.
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