The withering flowers lay extinct on the solid ground with no hope of getting nourished, once again. The screams of the bellowing petals is unheard while they get brutally crushed by the feet of the homo-sapiens passing by.
The rapid breathing of a bloke is heard while his chap body is laying on the hard, solid ground, while he begs for food to satisfy his stomach which is screaming at him for prolonged hunger.
The man aimlessly walking at a distance on the pavement, with a face as serene as an ocean, but his mind is clouded with dark thoughts of all the cons and negatives as he walk back home to his wife and children after losing his job.
The women, as beautiful as a blooming flower, carrying groceries is heading back home, dreading for her life while her husband is probably hanging around some bar, only to come home later to confiscate her, to decorate her body with many more scars with his brutality and insanity.
The old man trying to hail an auto is thinking about his son, his glares and words, his taunts and all the curse.
The teenager sitting inside the car is crying over her messy life and un-tamed, careless, divorced parents.
The little girl around 5 year old, sitting in the school bus, gloomily looking at the son and father who are laughing with each other while his dad hand him some chocolate bars. Her heart crying with the need for same normal relation, thinking about her dead father.
Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. So, be kind. Always.
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Misted Heart
PoetryI promise you a love, that is so deep and pure, and a reality, so bizarre. •Poetries and rants, that comes from deep within. By: A Misted Heart.
