The Innocent Is Always Victimised Poem by virendra singh boosi

The rays of sun are yet to rise,
Human heart has cut into size.

Those faces speak thousand words,
The trauma of hunger bleeds their nose.

Fathers are gone and Sons are left,
To make the system corrupt and theft.

The talk of town is still so far,
That lady of wisdom awaits an war.

Poverty is emptying this human brain,
Innocent never hope when there will be rain.

Whenever they take a giant leap,
System gifts them another weep.

Those emotions i have observed in my heart,
Loads of patience, loads of pain moving things apart.

The river is flowing to their dawn,
They always woke up when things are gone.

Justice is delayed, when selfish are rising,
Forcing the innocent in crime maximizing.

This dosen, t end with the saga of history,
Things keep on changing with unsolved mystery.

Make sure we don't loose this human touch,
Where ever possible always go for much.

The time is watching this deadly tale,
Don't allow him to let things fail.

Open your heart, explore your mind,
Try to be human and simply be kind.

I will listen my inner rise,
Ask your conscience who is wise.