Sympathising
So to speak,
There are miseries umpteen around us.
An amputated leg, a hollow socket
An orphan kid, cries of agony.
War time miseries far away
But the wind brings echoes
Of doleful hearts, heavy as lead
Shed a drop dear, for its out pain too!
Retarded minds crafts foxy plots
Knows not that blood is red
Yours or mine, theirs or ours
Misplace bombs even on tombs!
One dead, two dead or a thousand,
News on papers that’s all right.
So far it’s not you and me
No one cares and life goes on.
Do shed a drop dear, for its out pain too!
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