Future
Awaits: What’s next?
Fragile,
weak and replete with hunger,
Wrinkles on
young faces, dismal their smiles,
Sticks for
arms, wretched their cries,
Their roof,
the sky, glaring with thunder,
“What have I
done?” They say. “What is my blunder?”
I’m chased
in streets, “Is beggar my name?”
“Pacifists,
Criminals and Culprits!” they claim,
And People
believe, give poor the blame,
Who cares if
they shatter?
They are not
made to matter,
And the
neglected only know better,
Than to keep
hope, from the latter,
When asked
what I see in the future ahead,
I pick up a
pencil and draw a picture instead,
I have a
Prediction, such is its depiction;
“It will not
remain as same!
The misery,
pain and the shame,
All shall
dissolve in merciful rain,
Once it
pours to reach every grain,
The light
combined will bring the green,
A scene,
never before seen!
And justice
will prevail to those who shatter,
For in God’s Store, there’s nothing better”
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