To Dear Poets
I need to write today
its a need of hour
I know my words are
not soft and clear even
poor is my language
But
I saw the victims and
the culprits , meanwhile
Thrilled by the mountain dew
and children smile
Thought of life is beautiful,
Eat well infact very well;
But not with the hungry poor .
My need is strange
Its about me and you,
dark and sea, butterfly and truth
justice and voilence, nature and
poor, women and labour
even about the naked God and my love!!
Ramesh...
Copyright © Street Poet | Year Posted 2016
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