The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
A helpless pal by-hearting the constellations
To impress his girl on a romantic night.
A musician who plays on the street from dawn to dusk,
Because he'd rather feel tired than hungry.
A child in his mother's arms
Needing more than her milk,
Crying aloud
Crying aloud.
Don’t you hear it?
Don’t you feel like going to her
And saying something comforting,
Doing something worthwhile?
Why so we all lie to ourselves?
We have yet to acknowledge our hearts
Again our own internal mirrors.
We have yet to keep those mirrors clean
In the first place,
Or search if it is still there,
Waiting.
We blame leaders when they milk our money,
We blame systems we created ourselves.
We try to spit at the ugly
And end up spitting at the walls we created around ourselves.
Isn’t it sad?
We light our wings on fire to show our valour
And end up as ash.
We blame and we spit at everything but ourselves.
The state of the world is everyone's fault,
And its change of state
Is everyone's responsibility.
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