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.