Deserted Dreams

If we could seed the clouds above, with our dreams. And blow them to distant places. Where hunger has lost its pangs. Where dreams have lost their sleep. Parched feelings, and dying emotions, that cannot weep. Pain is just a pleasure for death, it’s yours to reap. War, drought and famine are just seasons of their life. Political and economic lust. Plunder mother nature's womb. Causing climate changes, giving birth to drought and famine. And sickness that takes control of life, that was waning Amongst all such tribulations, that robs more life of her sap. Is war amongst humans. That takes more, with just a zap. Natural calamities, however have never, so many victims claimed. Its humans in the way of nature, that cause loss to life. Most wars are fought on religious grounds. lives, are offerings, just to appease ‘some’. Such sanctimonious acts, performed by human. Who blatantly proclaim, their faith without shame. Ahh...!!.if only..!!.if only...!!. we could share a pigment of our dreams. There could be one….just one…., Who can shed a tiny teardrop from our dreams. Be it just for a moment, or just a blink of an eye. And that, tiny teardrop, can germinate the seed of hope. And usher a new dawn to life that is fast, fading away.