When trees fan me with gentle breeze
Why should I worry on summer heat?
When blue hills fill their charm in eyes
Why should I keep more tears now?
When friends give me shades of ease
Why should I weep on solitude?
When eyes can convey meanings all
Why should I worry on deafness again?
When children extend dreams and hopes
Why should I worry on tiresome life?
If breeze and hills die away
How should I live on this earth?
If friends and kids fly away
How should I live the rest of life?
If joys of sharing shrink away
How should I share my love to all?
If innocents fall down slaughtered around
How should I open my sensitive eyes?
If past is lost in garbage pail
How should I know my forefathers?
POETRY WORLD, April 2012