...and we call this a modern world!!

Musty air of sadness
Pervades the atmosphere
Gloomy faces, tears trickling
Today’s meal is only parched rice!!

Hunger is certain
Will the little ones understand?

Amber still burning
Will continue till morning
B'coz the cold of the night
Is the blanket they wear tight!!


©cyclopseven. All rights reserved 07022012.

Published February 09, 2012 Write a comment
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Sandra Martyres
Yes it is unfortunate that the cold of night is the blanket they wear tight....so much pain and sadness around us.
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