A vial of trust is all I broke
Not a bone of the beggar
A pinch of faith is all I crushed
Not the pearl of a diver.
Just some drops of hope has gone
Down the drains of your shelter
None as such as killing a man
Born this hour to a mother.
So let your hands abandon pretense
Of truth being pricier than hunger
Welcomed by a starving man's address
Waiting for nature's final wonder.
- Rati
