The river will meander soon,
from one path to another.
Bring out the old soft earth,
drown a different one on the other.
Lives submerged on one hand,
and given birth to another.
A balance of good and bad,
a greenery that we once had.
With the crops the hope dies,
echoing the sky with farmers’ cries
Some die while others go on,
hope in heart from night till morn.
The day is yet to come,
when in summer time it will rain!
The money they piled as treasure,
will give back to the poor again!
Before you throw this paper in a heap,
remember there are promises to keep.
We have seen poverty in paper,
and forgot,
from one path to another.
Bring out the old soft earth,
drown a different one on the other.
Lives submerged on one hand,
and given birth to another.
A balance of good and bad,
a greenery that we once had.
With the crops the hope dies,
echoing the sky with farmers’ cries
Some die while others go on,
hope in heart from night till morn.
The day is yet to come,
when in summer time it will rain!
The money they piled as treasure,
will give back to the poor again!
Before you throw this paper in a heap,
remember there are promises to keep.
We have seen poverty in paper,
and forgot,
we could have made the world,…
just a little better…
just a little better…
Prasenjit©1997-2010
Nice Words Boss.... Please continue....
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