Month: November 2019

They were born with a doubt of surviving

Sprinkling the sweat of labor

Looking through the face of the earth

But can’t see a sign of hope

The only thing left for them is agony

While they cried and placed their hands

On the walls for maternal protection

They were disappointed by the ones

They looked up to

Not because the maternal protection

Wasn’t there

But the walls were weak

So they cried a thousand colored tears

Consumed by their sorrows

Not even a drop could quench their

Thirst for redemption

The only thing left for them is agony

So I ask again!

Have you seen their childhood?

The ones who still suck from the mothers

The young are now aged

Because they feel the same pain

As the aged

The only thing left for them is agony!