Rich With Empty Hands
Some times our hands are fullBut we r not ready to share
Sometimes we have enough of patience
But we are not ready to bear
The pain what we see around
And how ignorantly we move our eyes
When we see an immortal soul crying
And tears in our eyes are dried
Drenched in the mud of hunger
Patched with the abuse around
Body bruised by the needs
And that's all that surrounds
Us is the missing word
Me and myself is present
What we care is the money
Yet not enough to spend
Why we make both ends meet
Just to live a simple life
We save to spend more
And for nothing else we strive
An aimless life with materialistic necessacities
We work towards the fulfillment
Did we ever checked our souls
For internal gratification or contentment
We are still starved with so much food
Still naked with the expensive cloths on
As we ignore the dying life beside
And rather choose to move on
posted by Deeps @ 5/30/2005 12:57:00 PM
