Subdued souls.. Apu Mondal

Do you not hear the cries
Lamenting on what they lost,
Some have lost their dear ones
While others lost everything,
In floods, earth quakes, war.
Children lost mothers, wives
Parted from husbands, why
Even loving pets have become
Orphans. The world is so large
Yet our hearts and homes
Are not. Our prayers are for the
Good of our own blood. These
Subdued souls live like broken
And scattered pottery, unknown
Until we hear the feeble sounds
As if coming from underneath
Our feet. Come, give a hand,
Let's gather the broken hopes.

Copyright: Apu Mondal@2020.c.r.