The thought of being lonely
Itself hurts like a thunder strike.
What about the people
Who were alone, homeless.
When you have enough and comfortable
There is a chance you might have a blind spot.
You are not able to see what's beside you
Your focus is on your well being.
But, I do see sometimes
A bit of humanity lies in me
When I see the sufferings of others.
It's easy to put words
Rather help those in reality.
We come up with one dialogue
Why can't God help them.
We are God wonderful creations.
Moulded and crafted by his hands,
And we are part of him.
Then, why we need God to help
Always...
Instead we have our own potential.
Those questions strike me like anything.
Just a thought