Not too late

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


 

 

One thought on “Not too late”

  1. Charlie Jain says:

    Woww…!!! Loved it…!! Beautiful thought.

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