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We are homeless, not hopeless.
We are crying, but trying.
We are hungry, so we beg.
We have limited, so we respect.
What do you do?
You are a slave of your gadgets.
Nothing real matters to you.
Have you any emotions? NO.
You say you have. But if you have —
Why you do everything for money, not for eternal peace or happiness?
All have to go empty-handed, but with our deeds.
You collect money with sin.
When will you understand
That you should do good for all.
And get their blessings and good-wishes.
And not forget to make your contribution for the Mother Nature
Whom you have taken for granted.
I don't know how I make you understand that —
It's not the time to regret, but to act.
Not to worsen, but to correct.
Poetry
India