How are you doing?

I hope you are coping.

I am standing before you and saying.
Something not mazelike but aching.
In our stomachs, there is pain.
Because we awaken many days without eating.
And our babies eyes opened and they were crying.
Since those days, with no breast feeding.
So, their mother's belly has been emptying.
Without food, no breast will grow.
So that I am not a beggar who is begging.
I am just a writer who is writing.
To tell the world that green is wanted.
To see its life scenting and brightening.
As the sun is shining and big dancing.