A whiff of You on my collar,
drifting towards the door,
in the spaces you graced.

My lungs take you in like my own cells.
You understand my distant nature,
worries, faults, evening regrets
Better than I.

Our bodies hold us at skins length.
When you leave, your scent embraces me—-
closer than a hairbreadth.

So go.

Why is this so true?
Someone throws food into the dustbin
And someone who is not eating!

Smile blooms on someone's face
Someone who is always a victim
And someone's neck is hanging!

Someone's a street load.
Who sleeps on the hard concrete
and someone's a luxury bed.

Some people are working hard
Some people aren't able to earn
And some people are unemployed!

Someone's dying inside
Someone's dreaming with a big heart
And some people are feeling so pride.

Someone who is unfairly blamed
Someone stands who's not well-known
And someone never can be respected.

Someone feels oneself a big boss,
who wants to get everything at a price
and insults needy people.

How long will it be?
Helpless is being tortured by the power!
Will this role be continued?

Criminals are acting to be decent
Innocents are losing to injustice
What civilization is this?

Will they be slaves,
because of their poverty?
Ah, they have lost their rights!