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

If you don't have
                      Any enemies,

You can't
             Judge your friends

Reading newspaper doesn't enhance knowledge;
It rather creates negativity!

The brother

Is the density of the leaves

That

Keep covering the twigs

From

The scorching heat

You might be right,
But try to understand those too
Who say you are wrong,
And if u do so,
You are the most sensible and prudent person

The evening dust is flying, flying to die
The day is on the cusp of its breath in the sky
The year is sinking in shadows tonight
It will never rise٫ it's dying tonight
The bubbles of dreams and hope are no more
The waves have washed them from the shore
We are left with the only abiding images
To look at them in their hollow cages
I see I see the glow in the steamy sky
The light of the new day passes by
It's the light of the New Year that gleams
It has arrived they are its beams
Let us dream let us smile O my dear
The buds of hope will blow let us cheer
The sea of joys will flow everyone will drink
The ship will sail smoothly it won't sink