Lost. Poem by Bhaarat Kurda

Something is lost,
It does not feel right,
The air is not fresh,
The sun isn't so bright.

Something is lost,
I see people but no human,
I see love is mere attraction,
Connections are lost.

Words have not same meaning,
Promises are torn at seamings,
Honor is lost,
Trust is lost.

Literacy is increasing,
Understanding does not,
Prayers are rising,
Faith is not.

Governments are strong,
Administration is not,
Ammuitions are being manufactured,
Relations are not.

Animals we pet,
No loyalty we learn,
Rich and materialistic,
Yet amity we yearn.


Something is lost,
It has to be found,
Its deficiency is a threat,
Else generations it will hound.