CRY OF PAIN...
I don't know which way I am going
I don't know which way I have gone
I know not where the stats stays
But I wish I could touch them
Don't tell me how much pity
You have for me ,it won't help
It never helped and can't help now,
Your words shall not feed me
Nor cure my dying heart
Nor will your tears
Wash my foot path
Or send angels to rescue me.
How do you tell of hunger
When you still perceive the aroma of food
How do you wish to help
The poor ,if you have never been broke,
Tell me how you talk of sorrow
When you still see the sun,
How do you talk of height,
When you have never climbed a mountain
How do you talk of pain
When you have never been hurt
By the terrible sun
For walking barefoot,
How would you talk of tomorrow,
If only you never survived today,
Have you not seen or heard
That many crawl to find nuts
In the whole to eat.
Walking through the land
The same I see everyday,
Men in expensive clothes
Eating in abundance by the road side
Some even waste away food.
And it pains me that they only eat among themself.
Men of affluent
And I only wait behind
To get the remnant to scavenge
Still theyconsider us filthy,
And unworthy to live..
