My comprehension of people is narrowing too thin
It is stuck going in circles, lost in an endless whirlwind
Of love versus hate and sorrow embarrassed by grief
Over unimagined things by dull minds not willing to see
With unlistening ears eavesdropping in disbelief
To stand by and watch, stealing from what I need
Taking my kindness for weakness, another pointless fight
That scares me back into myself with nowhere to hide
I have dreams of being enough to matter
For kept promises and hope not left to shatter
And wishes on stars that I can believe in
Unconditional love for all my weird, thick and thin
Open arms understanding with eyes that can see
The imperfectly made, kaleidoscope of me
A quiet, lonely soul, fascinated by the little things
Learning to love her, conquering the fear it brings
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The human race is self sufficient!
Why the need to kill, steal, why the trend?
Why are folk starving, but most content?
The affluent why can't they comprehend.
Spread their wealth with good intent.
Their lives, delusions, why pretend, will end!
All that are able show empathy to the needy,
Help the poor, the weak, do not be greedy.
Nature left undisturbed and unpolluted
The world would survive, do not refute it.
All life sustains each other, nature knows
The human race, guilty of most earth's woes!
Have we time to put nature back together?
Some scientists say “NO”! That's not clever!
I’ve screamed, begged, shouted so, so loud.
To individuals, groups, an unlistening crowd.
What will it take to make the whole world see
Our children's children no future, no destiny!
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Trampling the borders, he started
losing his vibrations.
He was asking for the perpetual forgiveness
for his bandaged ego.
The new incarnation.
For the broken homes
he refused to admit his side of guilt
and jumped into the frozen lake
for nursing his hot blood.
The faithless star.
The world did not exist
in total freedom.
Let him sleep, sulking away,
under the sea of wounds
unlistening to the wailing winds.
Not for the seeds
not for the flowers,
the crowds were assembling for the essence
of the drifting truth.
Nobody knew the red hot destiny.
SATISH VERMA