The Choosen Unchosen
The leaves are falling
The rivers are drying
The past stands before us
Past or Future to choose
The ones Choosing is another
The ones facing is another
The ones affected have no right?
Does their life not matter?
Who gave the power to few,
To choose for millions?
Can't the power be taken back?
Start from scratch?
When the base is made?
Why not build it up?
Is it too late?
The rivers are filling up…
Wonderfully written, expressive in a delicate yet clear manner. Do write more poetry
ReplyDeleteWonderful... Deep thought
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