*The hungry tears
I see tiny hands searching for food,
From the dust and leftovers under the dustbin's hood,
Tiny fingers, hungry soul,
Do they belong to another world?
Do they have a different soul ?
People walking past, throwing fleeting glance,
To the open, empty, waiting hands of the lesser mothers,
Just for a penny or two, for a stale bread, or a few,
For a lesser rising sun, unsure of the morning to come.
But just in case we happen to see,
A person who happens to be,
Someone beneficial, someone superficial,
Someone who can make us a bit rich,
Our wallet goes out of our pocket,
To throw a party with a fancy etiquette,
Just to please someone for our own selfish interest.
Why is it people spend lavishly for their own happiness,
When they can share it with those sitting outside their empty corridor,
Why never a heart skips a beat beholding someone,
Picking up a priceless grain of rice flowing like a majestic swan down the drains ?
Are we the child of the God,
Or is it the demon who has taken over us,
And made us so blind even under the brightest sunlight ?
Maybe the latter one is correct,
Cos we aren't humane.
We are self centered geek,
Our love is spread among the deserving,
We care less for the child who's craving,
Starving when they are awake,
Starving while asleep,
Pitying them won't do at all,
Cos they don’t deserve to die,
They are the child of the same god.
Just as our own loving child!