THE WAY THEY ARE TREATED BACK
The God residing in the sky,
Looks at us with pity,
But then he is helpless,
Against our cruelty's tall and strong fortress.
I can see her in pain,
But her cries are all in vain,
The grief in her heart,
Has stuck herself to the pillar of grief.
The children who provided you the joy of being a parent,
Are thrown into orphanages due to lack of money,
The dog and the cat which took care of you,
Is shunned and thrown away after a certain age- by YOU!
The hen which gives you eggs and the cow-milk, also gets killed,
By none else but you,
And the food made out of them makes your stomach filled,
Yet they serve you and that is true.
The fruit providing and spring bringing flowers and trees are cut,
I wonder what gave you that gut?
Even the holy one has his eyes shut,
And after all this-one day our bodies also turn into mud.
Copyright © Aishwarya Jathish | Year Posted 2025
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