If day begins with grief,
Will it end with pain?
I am hurt by the world insane.
No doubt we have climate change.
I am also conversant with pain,
Wounds are not Alien’s on my body.
But we see the world in race for comfort
I still feel huge pain.
May be the world won’t entertain
May be the world will prefer to be insane
How much logic is weeping?
Will no one care for it again?
Touching the sky is wisdom,
Touching the soil is sin,
Who will measure my success?
When to the world I aim to give.
I am not hurt by physical wounds,
As much by emotional pains,
How should I explain?
Humans don’t cast your shadows on earth again.
I listen to children weeping,
Each time the flood drops in,
Humans should listen to dreams
Only those that don’t cast burden on earth.
When did I say I will accept defeat?
I am still fighting the grief.
With tears too I fight.
With silence too I stand.
As if I lost a friend again,
As if the earth was misled in space,
As if there is hope just from far away,
Who should be repent for humans way.
Feeling the pain of wounds,
I feel huge hurt at heart,
Will climate change never be resolved?
Who will create peace on earth?
Will God arrive?
Will humans survive?
Who will answer my questions?
When answers need sunshine.
Hurt deep within
I still stand with a smile,
Earth is bleeding day and night,
We travel for neighbour’s envy.
Must rehearse new hope or defeat,
What is in store of destiny?
Wait! But do I believe in destiny?
Let me smile without believe!
I am not crippled but I stand with support,
I am not broken but I need love,
I am not in sorrow but I look for comfort.
Will life ever resolve human needs.
Written by Ekta Kalra