THE PLIGHT
I walked down the street of time one romantic summer eve,
the flowers bloomed,
the mind grew,
as lovely as can be
Now the night has spread her cloak
the light withdraws its lease
silence grows , darkness grows,
my wandering thoughts do cease.
Far away on the horizon
I saw a little girl who wept ,
on the cold parchment,
she always slept.
Hungry eyes sunk in sockets,
looked with greed at my pockets,
starvation and such
plight ?
Pray where are human RIGHTS ?
She
walked on the road , the endless journey,
scorching sun burning her body,
all she had carried with her,
were the memories of the land which gave her bread,
and which she loved long time ago.
The smell of the EARTH,
the labour they put on it,
are the few things she can never forget.
Then, in a flick of time,
everything vanished.........
a MAN weeps in pain
his rewards - a cruel chain !!
his body - a miserable fact !
his tears - got no impact
The opprssed man , everybody WEEPS,
no JUSTICE or CONSCIENCE left,
only hunger , torture and neglect,
seeing the plight we ask one question -
are these actually what we call,
YES, what WE call
HUMAN RIGHTS ???????????????????