Crisis Poem by Sambidhan Acharya

People are killing each other for few pennies,
Hunger has caused it so,
Life has been as cheap as a stone lying by,
The cause is crisis,
Crisis has been that disease which no one can escape.

Women are selling their body at dinner’s rate,
Value of them as an idol has gone,
Now they are known by the name prostitute,
The cause is crisis,
Crisis has been that fear from which no women can escape.

Young aspiring people are engaged in drugs,
Those who are not in drugs are swimming in the pond of alcohol,
Frustration is clearly seen on their face,
The cause is crisis,
Crisis has been the cause due to unemployment.

Crisis has affected everyone, and is everywhere,
The world is going inhuman due to it,
Will there be day when it might get over,
And all the people will be free from fighting it.

If God, gives me the right to use his mightiness for a day,
I will certainly remove the word crisis, which human’s fear.