The old woman was so dear poor
costly medicines were out of reach
The boy being left hungry for days
now forgot what cruel hunger was
The poor man did not know slight
to recover his house in plight.
The farmer had put his best effort
the crops failed with the weather
somehow he weathered the loss
but fell too short of words when
the state left him high and dry.
The worker who lost his job did
never know when to gain the next
every man and woman toiled hard
not knowing what future lay for them.
They provisioned food and wood
when the clouds of war would rain
The terror, the beast was unleashed
Safe neither the child or the infirm
The world dashed them on the earth.
Explosions rocked thronged groups
At places of public prayer and speech
The cries of the wounded who cared
Nor heard but read were numbers
to the established of the world.
Leaders met on dias invented ideas
of how to keep control over those
who lost control of their dreams
futures getting mashed up in the
binding grip of those who mattered.
Perceptions 
Sad Sunith. Reality. You portray this well.
Indeed a sad state of affairs. Thank you
Well written sir…but I think you can arrange them better…
Yes..typed from the mobile 🙂 Thanks Ammu.
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Leaders….the least said about them, the better!
Hard to see why left with unsolved problems!! So beautifully penned
Thank you Tanvir.
This is touching. Making the world better start with each individual. Well done Sunith
Thank you Rotimi for reading and appreciating…
You’re gladly welcome
Very well said about the reality, beautiful and deep
Thank you Subba
Nice !!
Thank you Akshaya
Nicely penned sir👍
Thank you Shanky
A bitter reality expressed so soulfully!
Thank you Anusha
Expressed well !!!
Awesome title 💜
Thanks for including Tagores quote on this
You penned those sad reality with your heart
Good job sir
Keep sharing 💜
I am glad you liked it
At a time when civil wars are raging and tearing countries and its helpless citizens apart, this poem is a stark reminder of their suffering and pain that have torn apart a generation of people. Well expressed, Sunith.
The world is a maize of rackets and this does not help the poor one bit.. Thanks Pranitha for catching up on my posts..
It was a pleasure to go through them all. I especially love your stories. They bring about a sort of divine interpretation to an ordinary tale. Keep them coming, Sunith.