Farmer (Thank him once)

With axe and sickle in his handHe serves the best way he canHeavily burdened with debtsHardly anything to look forwardOut of hunger he himself growlStill never fails to fill our food bowlMourn continues, No solution in sightUntil another one commits suicide Sitting in comforts, not realising even onceWhy can’t we, be a help even an ounce?We are fortunate enough to add them a mirthA morsel … Continue reading Farmer (Thank him once)

Living In The Horror

Living In The Horror Life we took for grantedThe Sun will rise tomorrowBut now the clouds of darkness hasThe world in the threshold of its sorrow Even the addicted, with so manyAttempts of suicide they tryAre clinging to life because theyReally don’t want to die It feels like we should all paint withThe lambs blood above our doorSo that the death cloud passes overAnd swear … Continue reading Living In The Horror