RAT RACE
Another day is wasted…
Another moment gone.
Idle we sit
And million rats are born!

They run for the cheese.
They run for the bread.
They roam around in filth.
Ah! The boundless busy trade…

Nobody of them know
Where the cheese is.
But nobody is fed up
of daily maze or quizzies.

Instead they wander
with zeal and zest
Until they get a crumb,
No time to rest.

Though the day gets wasted
Their body exhausted
They yet feel enchanted
By just thinking about their cheese.

Another day starts
Another race begins
Yet we sit idol
And million rats win!

SYMPATHY

SYMPATHY

“Why is it so that they don’t care about us?
Why is it so that they don’t love us?
We are also having a heart,
Just like they have.
We are also having a pain,
More acute and more grave.

Then why do they do like this?
Don’t we have the right of eternal bliss?
Have we done what is a so called crime?
Just Sympathy is our necessity,
Basic and prime!

Ah! What a courageous heart they have got,
To humiliate us and to boycott.”

This is what a disabled child feels,
He begs to you for Sympathy on his kneels!!!