God Is Not Tired Yet Poem by Subimal SinhaRoy

In God's own world humane once
Blood flows thick as irate streams
Bullets rip through the dream buds
The homeless stray as alien discards
Terror breeds in the fanatic hearths
Lives mutilated by the vile instincts
























































People plunge at will in vice and sin
Lost empathy finds easy way astray
Morality defaced by harsh intolerance
Kinship disintegrates in abhorrence.

In God's own world so beautiful ever
The sun rises in multi-color grandeur
The ocean embraces the golden ground
The sky holds the moon and the stars
The rains shower music of the clouds
The forest makes scenic motif in green
The river carries land's essence to sea.













The children born to inhabit the world
Still smile and play merrily in the field
God is not tired of the humankind yet
If we try our humane world we will get.