Poetry

Bloom ignored

Innocent bloom on the tree of poverty
Unattended her fragrance cries in vanity

None was to blame, neither the bloom nor the land
It’s the fault of the tree that’s never cut down

Never such tree became a hurdle in widening the road of progress
Never such tree became dear to the law unjust

Wish these cries in vain touch the heart of luxury
Wish these cries in pain tear the mask of humanity

Raji❤