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by RustySoul Nov 13, 2018 category : Sadness, depression / other
Peaceful I was without my sight, Now I cannot find respite, I shudder at the visions I see I feel nothing is right. I see a child with outstretched hands Begging for a bowl of rice, The pangs of hunger and thirst, I behold them in its eyes. A helpless mother is afraid For the unborn in her womb, Lest the tiny flower should be crushed Ere it is fully bloomed. Somewhere a youth is battling To find his long-lost self , Desperate to overcome his addiction His longing eyes looking for help. I perceive people's vices Hiding behind their smile, Theirs is but an empty talk, Their hearts remain hostile. Fear and hatred are spread across In the name of caste and creed, Ruthless assassins roam about While hapless innocents bleed. Misery is filled in abundance Love here cannot be found, This world is but an empty place Where loneliness abounds. What joy it is to behold The sights that haunt the mind, Lost is all the charm of life I beseech God to turn me blind.