There maybe chaos
war ringing the ears
storms hitting the shores
mayhem of financial loss
everyone seems distressed
while soul seems stressed
amidst their pains
they hardly see, no one gains
in pains one cry
held stern forever in life
held with no head high
fallen esteem
shook everyday in life
why don’t you notice
life has become living hell,
have been trying
meeting so many trials in life
yet you despise
fail to notice the howling cries
how to make a notice
is it a commodity that can be sold
if only pain could be sold
but why would anyone buy ?
the sufferings inside….
please
look,
tattered soul
walks soulless
with brine washing the face
what is left behind
is a mere breathe of air….