Shades of water in the sky of white and red pupils, crawling from inside, very deep inside, emptied last week, The hunger for mercy haunted upon the dreams of little fate, Beaten hands and threaten eyes wants to tell their story of night. Mother lives in disease, sister lives in fear, oh! my lord oh!…

My home is on the hills I live with thee birds and animals I breath air! I drink water! I eat whatever the mother offers As I grew up I had to leave my nest I saw no stars no moon out of my boon I saw other animals too walking on two No manner…

I was little when the world spoke to me; Told me that everything’s fine! “Just fine?” But nothing was! Aren’t the sky has gotten black Like it has a lot of things to hide up there Aren’t those trees are disappearing everyday Like they are playing hide & seek in pair Aren’t those green field…