Poezja

All our thinking swallowed up
All dreams of peace wiped away
Like woman of a household forced to dishonor.
Arguments keep piling up
Issues never get resolved
Like the evening deepened into night.

People are running after
for making a pile of money
Riding about in a jeep.
To survive they don’t even bother
to take other’s life .
We act like nothing happened
The sufferings and cry of starving
during hard times
don’t even touched our heart.

Our feet keep on walking
Simply keep on walking ahead
But our destination,we don’t know.