Sorrow

I see these people tired

During my evening walk

Faces express everything

No words there to talk

Sweat visible on foreheads

Labor of their work of day

I did nothing since morning

Still have lot of words to say

They are looking for sunset

To go their homes and sleep

I do not want moon on sky

Small reasons I wanna weep

Have nothing for morrow

But they look not tensed

I possess more than them

Feel I am yet to be blessed