No Child Play

Poets remain quiet And reasonably relate What transpires around? And how mother earth is happily found? It is not the imagination alone But what has gone wrong! From our side to the world That needs to be told Verses are no child's play It has its own way To express And face People take it not lightly But come down heavily With criticism and reaction We are to the writer of untruth or fiction I write about human sufferings Those nights painfully spending Leaving behind no curses But working hard of course Let anyone come and stand And fully understand The under current That passes at present