Have you ever considered the other side?
A flourish you see,
Beyond the scraps and rust, flee.
Time ticks away in abundance,
While they save every penny.
Food wealth surrounds you,
While dried leaves make their tea.
Can you feel the need?
Why?
You might ask.
In this materialistic world,
Everything seems driven by money,
Even where humanity is sold.
From dust to gold,
Riches play the game.
"Lost" is not a word they rely on.
Winners stay,
While losers fade to gray.
And their stories,
Ask about their fate...
- Sadhana Siva
YOU ARE READING
Every Drop Counts...
PoetryIn "Every Drop Counts," I've poured my heart onto the pages, transforming raw emotions into powerful words. This book isn't about perfection-it's about breaking through taboos and embracing vulnerability. Through my journey of loss and transformatio...
