Thinking alone in the night
Is there any way to find solace for everyone?
Where rain means joy to all
They don’t have to find shelter
Under one cracked roof
Day brings pleasure
They don’t need to grind life
Under the scorching sun
Evening would be calm
And money would be enough
To feed the empty stomach
Hunger wouldn’t talk in the middle of the night;
There are people running with the money
And playing of course-
Lack the options to spend them
They have houses where they never visit
And money what they never use.
Then there are intellectuals
Who find solutions for an equal world -
In a large conference hall
And there are poets like me
Who voice their words –
In some isolated poetry;
But in the end,
These words are far from reality
Revolution comes only in dreams
In the pages of books-
Man still moans in hunger
Youth still yells in anger
Child chases a frolicking dog
And that woman is still busy
Cleaning your dirty stuff.
Sourav RC
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