My Eyes

My eyes are dry with the hope of seeing someone helping the other.

My eyes are deprived of the glow while thinking about the darkened paths of life.

My eyes are hopeless while searching for someone to feed the malnutrition.

My eyes are red while exploring someone to give a shoulder to the depressed one.

My eyes are straining while looking at the devilish things.

My eyes are bleeding while seeing the innocents getting raped, murdered, and maimed.

My eyes are the evidence of the shame I feel while complaining and still not doing any good for the others