Category Poetry

A poem on how sometimes we are expected to be there for others...even when we can't be.

Burning heat, parched throats,Dried pumps, people on the roads,People laboring under the sun,The pedestrians on the road,The owner of the Mercedes,The dog under its suddenly too thick coat,The tree with its roots getting nothing,All connected by the webs of life,All…

I know we stare at the same moon,yet when I see its face, you are blinded by the sun,and when the stars shine on you,my sky is pink and blue,i never thought distance would stretch so far,that the same sky,…

Being too virtuous can impede survival, they say, Yet how do I find a way To soothe my heart? Help make the world a better place? Or at least not contribute to the ill-goings, When I am often unaware, no…

Just a small thought in verse on responsibility towards the wider world and balancing it with personal needs and desires.