CAN'T BE LIKE YOU......
How happy are you living?
Filled up with enthusiasm and enjoyment.
But we are still busy flying,
To the valleys of our treatment.
We can't be like you friends.....
We are attached with our beds.
Can you describe this nature to us,
Full of varieties of creatures.
We could see and feel this world,
But the whole world faces us bold.
They are always snubbing us,
Our sola filled with loneliness.
Sarcasms everywhere,sympathies everywhere,
There is no new sateen for us to wear.
Our pudding cannot be too saporous,
It may simmer with high hotness.
The will pummels our heart,
Pulverizes our bones and atlast we depart.
You have charming faces, glittering eyes,
Chubby cheeks and soft skins.
We can't be like you friends......
Our fate, to live in death,
We are abandoned, we can't study,
You people made us specially abled.
Help us , we should shine,
In this world of treasures.
We should live really fine,
To make new measures .
What should we do,
We are suffering,all these too.
Who made us like this?
It is not our mothers,not their wombs,
It is only because of your deeds.
You sprinkled a poison on us,
It caused not you ,but us.
What wrong did we do to you friends?
We are suffocated from the endless pain,
Your deeds devastated more on us.
We lost our joys,we can't gain ,
Stop this.Don't punch on us.
We want to live,please bless us.
Because we can't be like you friends.....
Let us live, let us explore,
To the end of the earth.
Live with us ,feel the pleasure,
We won't fret you,we will seethe towards the steps,
Walk in peace and lit the light of rejoice,
And we will kill that-`ENDOSULFAN '.
CHRISMA ROSE BABU
This poem is a mirror of those sufferings.........
poignant and empathetic. Keep such good works coming Chrisma
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