Hard to be funny
Drones are roaring in the sky.
Smoke of gun powder is blowing in the air.
Cracked earth is looking like the painting of great Picasso.
Disturbances & clashes are going on in various parts on the Earth.
I am living in the society where half of the population
is hardly able to earn one dollar per day.
People are dying with hunger & malnutrition
Still children can be found playing & smiling because they are innocent one.
In these circumstances how can I smile or can be funny.
My poetry is the mirror of my feelings & realization.
When circumstances around me will change
than my poetry will bring smile & fun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem