Once a tear rolled out of my eyes,
sparkled as a diamond.
On to the wishes that turned to ashes,
but it was beyond anyone’s seen.
It came,
when a wrinkled mother under a shade,
asked her starving children in moonlight,
to softly close their eyes.
As the angels will bring lots of bread in their dreams.
It came,
when a daughter lied to her father,
“papa I’ve everything, now need nothing,
you don’t labour yourself for my over wellbeing.”
It came,
when a farmer after the unexpected storm
looked at his ripened flattened fields.
All blown and smashed away,
which were his only savings for the rest of the year.
It came,
when an old lady watching the ashes of her home
amidst the burning town with few survivors like her
her hopeless face soaked with sorrow, asked-
“what was my fault?”
It came,
when a young bright mind in the polluted system,
where the background matters more than wisdom,
after everyday of harassments raised a question for his rights
was forced to end his own right to life.
