. The bread and butter that I eat, The parties and fun that I treat, The outings and gatherings that I visit, Do not give me peace and solace. .
Each day I see poor become poorer, Each day I see pain in their eyes, The house girls moving around, Lost jobs due to pandemic, Their husbands too have no work, No construction happening anywhere! .
When I plan to cook something luxurious, I loose my appetite, I feel the hunger felt by the poor, I change my menu subconsciously to simple. .
The guilt is deep in my heart, How I wish I could help each one, How can half of world celebrate and other half left to die? How can one part enjoy and other part left to suffer? .
. Is not pandemic same for everyone, Rich, poor, old and young? Is not death a certain future? Why then there's pain for some? & Enjoyment for another section? Is not this time a reminder of our duty to share, When country is surrounded by toughest time ever? How can people laugh and enjoy, party and roam around? When, W are well aquainted with The plight and sufferings of humans around!