slipping from these fingers
or are they slippery instead
falling on these paths
or are they glossy and mess
going away far and distant
are those moments i wanted to cherish all fresh
feet tired of walk and arms broken with cry
havent you noticed pain in these eyes
has d world gone blind
or the mankind lost kindness they harnessed long back time
should i make these roads turn our side
or push those thorns away which are pricking in our eyes
love should havent died, lives forever tales recite
hate subsiding till the end from the start
which should be diminished in d start.
should i do something to kill the mankind
filled of hatred filled of false pride
made of stony heart , made of dirty mind
way of life must be riding some happy bike
smoothly flowing and gently caring our shrines.
should i do something....