When We Reach The Bridge? Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The tree is full of blooms,
Where the insects roam,
The butterflies and bee's hymn,
Colorful visuals explain,
The sumptuous exhibit,
Of kindness for the hungry,
to quench the thirst of the needy.

The tree is full of fruits,
Everywhere from small to big,
The host of visitors expected,
Lavish meals are served,
They fly above satisfied,
Singing the songs of gratitude,
Return to be served in multitude.

Cold food in the refrigerators,
Reality human on the beds in despair,
The young and the old are left alone to wonder,
What life it is with no hot love shower,
The sick faint and wake up with disillusion,
Cooled down hot water in the responsible flask,
too ill to protest against the abuse of human evils.