Mandeep Singh 13
I see the world flooded with atrocities and tribulations
Drought of courage and spirits going barren,
The light of hope dimming, getting sucked into a den.
No way I can help suffering women and men,
And I am all but sure, it’s beyond my ken.
I stop, I think and then look for my pen.
Somewhere folks are crying and dying of hunger and starvation.
At some corner, food will be thrown as flavor wasn’t a sensation.