WRITTEN BY D K VASAL—वासल देवेन्द्र
DEDICATED TO MIGRANT POOR SOULS.
They walked, walked, walked and walked.
The life seemed short, the road seemed long.
I saw them fighting every inch.
Beating distance, fighting thirst ,
putting hunger to clinch.
The old one tired, the young one thirsty, the little one hungry.
The sun was tired and set for all.
For them- the day was long , the night did not fall.
Now I wonder what you are.
Cruel to poor and kind to all.
Where were those twinkle twinkle little stars,
The moon looked shark and dark were stars.
I fail to understand how GOD is wise.
Vasal Devender dares to challenge , don’t please lie,
All round money , they don’t have a pie.
May be late but now I realize,
Sun has two colours black and white,
So is moon- gives rich a light and poor a bite
Let me know how God is wise
Watching them all , we sympathise.
If you are a GOD and ready to hear,
Help them, help them, wipe off their tears,
I bow, I bow , again and again,
Help them, help them , before their tears become rain.
I pray I pray I pray again,
Ok, I believe that you are a GOD,
Let my prayers, not go in vain.
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