Can you see the smile on that face or all you can witness is the tears in the eyes?
Is the blind man who is begging on the street is meant to cry for life, where are the helping hands?
The people who can are not doing it and those who can't just express their feelings.
We say the show must go on, but can it go on without the casts?
People here hear, react and forget, why can't they act upon it. Why they are running from the situation?
I know nothing is there in the hands of Humans, but the world needs your empty hands to lift, guide and help them and nothing else.
You've lost the person, he is not going to come back so does it mean you've lost all the memories of his.
Are we aware of the importance of the existence of our people or we just take them for granted?
The man on the street with sticks as his feet, is this justifiable?
The story of all the individuals are different, can't we just read and learn from it.
Time is the healer, well in my eyes it is also a big dealer.
Different faces of LIFE is hard to accept, we just can't smile in every situation. Sometimes we need to remain silent and feel.
1 comment:
Nice..:)
this sees quit in line to one of the poems u wrote before..
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