Must You Not Die

Look for those children who take a bath 

Under the street taps; you shall find dreams.

Look for those patients who die on a cockroachy

Bed of a drowsy chamber; you shall find relief.

Look for those vendor women who come in the morning

With all they have to sell; you shall find hope.

Must you not search love within a glittery film of 

Dazzling multiplex. Serendipity lies in the huts of 

The farmers, who cry with the sky.

Have you ever touched the echo of laughter? 

Brings, it, more oddity than a smile. Eloping clouds

Know the allure of being painted, than the sun.

Scrupulous minds are those who know not the breeze of Spring.

Touch yourself. Must you not die within you.