The new year on its heel
The cold is on the feel
The men and the animals alike
Fight it out what they still like
The birds are so miserable yet great
Fly on for the butter and the bread
The men are also out on the field
As the parks and forts are being built
The mornings are foggy
But still out is the pet doggy
The day brings the sun in its tow
Even the Gods take a bow
As the day begins to fall
The children play with the ball
The nights are the best
All tensions put to rest
With such a great season of resting and snoozing in the cozy blankets in the laziest of moods, are the contrasting lives of those un- and under-privileged to avail the greatest comforts of the warmth and protection, instead being tormented by the brutal nature and Mother Earth.
I think of those who shape the smooth sailing of our lives, by one way or the other, the indispensable parts, believe it or not, yet fate and destiny, have shunned the privilege. But, thinking and sympathising alone may and will not help. The philanthropic “adventures” of the corporate have helped in raising the standard of living and independence, but what about the stuck in between the impoverished and the capable? This gap leads the innumerable deaths year after year.
Let us start being more sensitive and responsible, do our bit and provide them with the facilities and the rights they so rightly deserve. I would not like to advocate any method or way, as every individual is an “individual” and that makes my statement clear.
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