HUMANITY'S DEAD

Thrown on the way,

Nobody there to stay,

The withering flower thought,

Why wasn’t anyone distraught?

A full bloomed flower hadn’t caught their attention,

Their brows furrowed in unknown tension,

The flower fell down,

To get trodden upon,

The colour red and bright,

A blissful sight,

Now turned into,

Crimson like blood,

Still no one noticed the thump,

Not far away, 

From where the flower swayed,

Writhing in pain,

Upon the sand grains,

A mother was ducked over,

Her eyes a salty shower,

A lifeless body of child of ten,

Was the cause of all her pain,

Vehicles passed with glasses up,

People snorted and the mother sobbed,

That day the humanity died many death,

Yamraj was also losing his faith.

-        --- Raj Nandani

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