This morning is bit
different, calm and quite
'mind' wandering far away;
and more away
With white collared job
and with money
I realized nothing is
possible.
What I need is
to fulfill dream in me
which grown up
with me in
core of heart;
Yes! to help them; refugees
which sprout during
matriculation period
made my mind wandering
Yes it is my lust!
What I need is not
a Cleopatra,
rather a chance to
be with refugees
When I was 15,
this stick on my mind
But in nation
of money and fame
I was not.
Alas! now here
I am beginning
my solo trip.
Not with pride of
white collared job
but with heart of my,
mine only!
In the world of them
I found myself haunted
with happiness throughout
my mind and soul!
Taste of humanity
is different!
supposed to be heard from
one named 'Amir',
"Our food is our God
daily bread is jewel
we are now used to darkness
our cornea now just
have rods
we didn't have cones!
We just know days
are running
Dawn to dusk
we are with
same mind and
thoughts of food and shelter"
I was in shock with
those lines;
We are humans
just 'humans'
and not super characters
With these children of
just five; used with
poverty and malnutrition
I found myself 'lucky bomb'
to be born and carried
up in hands of Diamonds;
my pa and ma- parents
I grew up as their gemstone
I am at the peak
of happiness.
Now with Amir and
his friends its been more
than one month
and still counting
And Almighty,
Thanking you!
You fulfilled my dream;
made me more human
Their 'Gem' found that
everything is not
just mirage!
Everything happens on time
We born as Human
with tonnes of values
to give a hand for the needy
What will be left with us
on last day;the judgment day
is just some sand and good
deeds we did!
I cried for you!
found it harder
and now I did it
my matriculation period wizardry
came to reality
I cried for thousands of
Amir; along with them!
I moved on
without any idea
like a bird
just with hoes and hopes
and mere hopes
Walked through the
river of barren sand and
shining sun to find next
Amir and his mates
The refugees!
YOU ARE READING
HUMANITY
PoetryIt's about dream coming to reality.During my matriculation period I got stick in to a dream which is to be with refugees and now during my middle age I made my dream as reality.