I'm angry with this world,
I'm broken inside
Everything is starting to look futile now,
Ever since the movie of those children started playing in my mind.
What was the fault of those innocent children,
Whose little feet were forced to walk in the scorching sun,
Walked with unfulfilled dreams,
They did not fear death,
Because it was a deserted city in his mind,Scorching roads, painful journey of miles and little feet,There were no slippers in the feet, no shade on the head,
He only remembered his village.
There were just dry loaves nearby,
On the go, they had broken,
I forgot my childhood
In lovelessness, fighting with hunger went unabated,
Only one dream was in mind,
We have to reach home.
~Shivam Mishra~
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