How fast things change, we forget how they were,
Wounds word give are always warm, with no healer,
How convenient it is for us to perceive,
While it is always too hard to really live,
How comforting it is to sleep under open sky,
Yet waking up from dreamland, makes mind fry,
How cool it is, when you are being praised,
Yet we shout upon own ways we are blamed,
How easy it is for us to thank,
How tough it is, when comes to help,
How far we go in the name of freedom,
How little we focus on its real notion,
How paced we move when we set a destination,
Never we free those failed and caught in depression,
How great and simple word sorry is,
So often we use it to say,
It doesn’t matter who made mistake,
Always the injured is to pay,
On every disaster, we shout and preach about humanity,
Do we all even remember it, in hours of pure sanity.
* Goal of this poem is to raise a question, answers may come in future ones.
** Photo Courtesy : http://www.humanity.org/
hckkid | Satyender Yadav 