Poem | What Is Missing Is A Life!
An angel while flying high
Over a country in the sky,
Locked his eyes on a scene,
A little boy, in his teen,
Sitting alone in a slum,
Looking at his loving Mum.
Lack of cloth and lack of food,
Lack of love and pleasant mood,
Lack of breeze here still rife,
And now what’s missing is a life!
The night has come to give you peace,
A good night sleep for only rich,
Night here nightmare still rife,
But now what’s missing is a life!
Angel’s blue eyes full of tear,
The boy’s trembling (with) unknown fear,
“God may give all”, now it’s rife,
When what is missing is a life!