Through The Eyes Of Lost Traveler

Just when a traveller swept by a wind

His feet became motionless

By the grey pavements

By his side, he saw how innocence was

Brutally murdered; and the folks watching

Shamelessly the scene; without any pinch of kindness.

The traveller opened his fist

To see how fine are his lines

On his palm....

And how deep - cut are lines

On this small creature

Left to suffer in dire need of life ...

To live without humanity.

He couldn't gather his gut

For muffled sympathy;

To offer her joy of help

Sprinkling emotive pity on her

Is not an only curse for her

But a life- long punishment!

All the way, he walked

Thinking about the poor soul

In this green versed city

There is no garden left

Which can nourish this dark soil

These thorns might be her destiny

But am I not equally culprit?

Of snatching her childhood memories.

Didn't she deserve a flower in her life??

In the vicious circle of the world

Is there no one left to settle

A small home, to shelter her childhood dreams

Ahh! What a guilt of corruption

What a fateful pile of lost childhood

Tales, in this hate run world.