The Voiceless

For I am dumb,my sound is off
Can you lend me,your voice my friend
The war is dead-why soldiers lost
Stares perplexed child,his dreams to mend

I want to say-the pain I see
In naked body under the open sky
The shivering soul persists to feel
Hot days in wait,cold nights to cry

From mother's warmth,to the open streets
Your lavished life--how full of greed
What they feed;the withered seeds
This land is yours,where's their to breathe

You waste your words,all day in vain
Why what you see,you want to see
Wake for a while to soak that rain,
And help my friend to let them free!!


© Shashi Raj Pandey
27.09.11