and where is the world headed? and where are we? throwing stones at sky not letting the birds fly forgetting the history and ignoring the mystery fragrance of wet sand is wandering around nobody cares about the sunset moon is here too late stars do not twinkle at night hope is far away out of sight children still play in the mud every morning they smile as if all is good there is no home but enough food everything seems different even though we caused it dreamt too big thought too little sun is dull but still here hope has survived with fear children are still smiling
Charlie Jain says:
Woww…!!! Loved it…!! Beautiful thought.