Thy Lives Poem by Prasad Sing

Prasad Sing

Prasad Sing

Chandri, Jhargram, West Medinipur, West Bengal, India

Thy Lives



Respective God, I have seen your lives, wandering.
In the villages, cities, in thy nature of concrete.
Thy hearts are also like iron plates, no feelings but practically available.
The lives have become like the robots, aimless ships.
God, your souls are not still souls, are just canvas paintings left.
The paintings though not have perfect colour, perfect scent, look.
I could not find thy humanity on the wishlist of the souls.
The souls are captured on the target shoots, waiting for blast.

God, thy lives are careless to themselves as to as nature.
Humanity is lost among the self centered hearts.
Thy Humanity, Respect, Love should be unlocked by you again.
Or the last day of you lives, last day is not miles enough.
Infact the day is right now, this moment, my pen could be stopped.
Act now, or it would to be too late to act for love.

Respective God, thy please destroy us, up to the root.
And then recreate thy lives to Humanity, Respect, Love.

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Prasad Sing

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Chandri, Jhargram, West Medinipur, West Bengal, India
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