A Fired Jungle
Early in the Morning,
When I check news,
I spend my day to understand,
Why is nature so cruel?
Why did disasters again and again?
Why is mankind suffering?
Is human failed to keep his trust?
Why is he delivering punishment?
The innocent’s cries always,
Chased me and disturbed my peace,
Is human has so ugly face?
Innocent tears and empty hands shook my body.
I amn’t responsible for all.
But I can’t run I also feel hunger and thirst,
Their unwashed face has a cry,
Is there anyone who can hear us?
I don’t know why is my conscious alive?
Why is it pointing at me always?
I feel one day I shall be burnt alive,
I feel I am standing in a fired jungle.
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