By Umika Balwada
Quiet feels the worldwide protesters' audacity,
Chaos present even in a bit of tranquility,
Little left is the life's simplicity,
Disruption of nature's beauty,
Wars all over in the name of fraternity ,
I don't believe there's anything left called humanity.
Life tries to bring us many moments and opportunity,
But we don't cherish them and make our lives seem lousy.
Ignoring what we have, always looking for what's missing
Nothing suffice our greed and unsatisfied we remain, daily
In others happiness we no longer feel happy.
Abandoning the countryside, rushing for the city,
Life is becoming unrestful, fast, blurred and busy
Always ensnared by the feeling of jealousy
We don't, anymore worship the soul or the deity,
But only the outer superficial beauty.
Living in this era, in this world,I pity me.