The same sun which kisses your cheeks also melts the icecaps. The beautiful color of your eyes brings to me the memory of a flood that washed my life away. Your smile reminds me of the contrast of our emotions. I do not envy your beauty but i envy your life. I envy your hair which are not tangled from the mud we roll in each day in search of food. I envy your neat fingernails which have not accumulated dirt in search of insects to eat, your hands haven't knocked on doors of a man who would molest your body and mind in exchange for some coins. Your laughter is real, it reverberates through your soul, our laughter is limited to the sight of a rain-cloud in sky, or a bread crumb lying by the litter to eat. Your eyes have been spared the agony of seeing your family dying before your eyes for want of bread, or water. Your nose hasn't smelt the putrid human flesh lying in the streets. Your mind hasn't fought a situation where survival was your least attractive option. Your ears haven't heard the screaming silence of a decapitated mother whose womb became a coffin for her child. Your feet haven't walked across a bed of autumn leaves wondering whether the crunch was that of a leaf or a brittle human bone? Your stomach hasn't known the hunger which makes you too weak to be alive . Your breath hasn't exhausted itself midway up your throat.And your face! Your face doesn't show sorrow, it mirrors pity , it reflects a wish to alleviate the suffering of a lowly life form.
You cannot touch us because we are contagious. Instead of the touch of a warm human hand we are thrown an assortment of candies in fancy boxes our fingers are unable to prise open.You say you have worked out a plan . You talk like you know what to do. Like it is as easy as taking an injured sparrow from a window and dressing its wounds.. But you will know as you are bound to know that it is not the same.
The wounds on a human body run far deeper than surface, the wounds of the mind cannot be healed with bandages. The near-acceptance of death leaves you hanging midway between the life and death loop. Once you are in, these loops do not have any way out. Protocol procedures do not help it.
We cannot be helped .
Now that the time has passed, you cannot help us with your flashing cameras and empathetic eyes.
This is where the extent of our suffering beats the assessment of the super power. This is where your withdrawal becomes necessary!
Background : Every year while thousands of kids in Africa starve to death, in other parts of the same world a large store of rice and wheat is unscrupulously dumped into the oceans to get the price rising or for other commercial benefits.
You cannot touch us because we are contagious. Instead of the touch of a warm human hand we are thrown an assortment of candies in fancy boxes our fingers are unable to prise open.You say you have worked out a plan . You talk like you know what to do. Like it is as easy as taking an injured sparrow from a window and dressing its wounds.. But you will know as you are bound to know that it is not the same.
The wounds on a human body run far deeper than surface, the wounds of the mind cannot be healed with bandages. The near-acceptance of death leaves you hanging midway between the life and death loop. Once you are in, these loops do not have any way out. Protocol procedures do not help it.
We cannot be helped .
Now that the time has passed, you cannot help us with your flashing cameras and empathetic eyes.
Background : Every year while thousands of kids in Africa starve to death, in other parts of the same world a large store of rice and wheat is unscrupulously dumped into the oceans to get the price rising or for other commercial benefits.
pity.
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Thanks Firefly. Keep reading!
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