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Oct 2014
Where were you,

When the world was calling you,
When Love & honesty was only with few.

When Poverty & Hunger was at its high,
When exploitation & injustice was very easy buy.

When Poverty rips through their veins,
When child in ragged clothes, with tired eye, begs for few beans.

When their bellies ****** is not by choice,
When destitute mother cries as her hungry child dies.

When women were exploited, with no one to tame,
When humanity was cringing with shame.

When even little girls were not spared by lust eyes,
When she was left with bruised body, with her dreams crushed & with groaning voice.

When baneful herbs of hatred were spreading viciously,
When aroma of love & tolerance was crushed blatantly.

When moral outlines were quashed,
When values were scotched.

At least now,
Stop Just crying foul & grumbling,
Stop feeling sorry & bleating.

Time has come to move on,
Get off the couch & plan for a new dawn.

Lead the change with your head  high,
March ahead, your limit is sky.
Mohammed Aqheel
Written by
Mohammed Aqheel  Banglore
(Banglore)   
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