I soak in blood I soak in tears Always getting soaked With one or the other. My children Among themselves Have become enemies Fighting for supremacy Keeping aloof Basic morals and ethics. Pain in my heart Strain in my thoughts Silently I undergo The endless trauma, An endless agony Sowing seeds perhaps For a silent death. Ravaged and crushed Yes, I too bleed Cursing my own origin Which I never thought Provokes this thought. Lo ! Sons of my soil Let your inner-self Peep into wisdom To relieve me dear From the multiplying agony. |