Every leaf know my state

Every leaf and every shrub

Knows my state

It is me who is lost

Unaware and unknown

Surrounded in this

City of love

Yet no none knows

How to heal

Cruelty, sarcasm and mockery

Are the ways of the world

Compassion, grace, loyalty

Have lost….

We Bow before the arrogant one,

Called him ˜God’

In the name of God, what does that

Insolent one know of Him

We are nothing

But corpse

But see, we live again…

That restless, listless soul

We had given up as lost

Thinking of sharp edge

Of sword as an elixir!!

Seema Sahoo – ©

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