Predator killed wife;
Long back, he killed mother too;
Earth is no garden

Squirrel, at window,
Fearful of the heavy rain;
I, fearful of both.

At every sunset
A long queue for the burger;
The stomach is damaged.

Someone is knocking,
The old familiar friend; oh,
My Christmas welcome

Newspaper again?
The harbinger of sadness;
Don't get in, get lost

Hunger and hunger,
Roams in every lane, crying;
Israil claims victory

I must get down to the injured,
Groaning , but unheard of in the cacophony of vehicles,
And waisted in stony-heart men,
Who, like ******, let the blood ooze out
And brush away the whining.

I must get down to my little son,
Waiting at the school gate,
And I, like a crazy father,
Can't help stopping to receive him.

I must get down to the maimed,
And that's the work of a prophet,
And forget my son, and I know
A little bit wait will make him
What I'm today with this man

War

     Gives
Nothing


But

Takes everything