There are thousands starving for Hope
Weak and helpless they stand
Facing the sun, taking the warm
But they are tired inside
There are thousands hungry for Things
Blind and numb they purchase
Facing each other, comparing themselves
But they are empty inside
Fighting with this world
Explaining their hunger and thirst
Needs and expectations
But everyone is deaf to their plea
Running in a rat race
Justifying the need to take and not give
Too much is never enough
But they never feel a sense of victory
And yes, they are howling
And yes, they remain silent
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I am a big fan of LIVINGSOUL and his amazing blog.
Please check it out. He is truly a living soul. In his home country of India, he is a lover of poetry and an avid reader and a teenager finding rhymes all the time. Isn’t it amazing what we can do when we allow ideas (and people) to cross borders?