We Are Tortured

We have lost our identities

In a thick jungle of human beings.

In the distant space

Our inner bellows have

Converged into one.

What is our magical relationship?

With the mighty earth?

To fulfill

Our greeds

Necessities

And demands ;

We become tortured.

I am known by the Sun 

To walk on a pavement enlightened

By its hot and bright light

To a darkened future.

I am known by the moon

And dark nights as well

Sighs and tears dry silently ;

As dews fly away from green meadows.

 

Still, we are flowing

Towards the ocean 

Relentlessly with time.