Hear the cry of peacock inundated
See the tears of the street lad frustrated
Smell the stink that spreads from oppression
Touch the soft crumbled nerve of love suppressed
Feel the tide of pain rising in air
From ocean of innocent hearts bare
Pray orphans get nourished to subsist
Do not close eyes to social sepsis
To ease their dilemma lend your smile
Let love, compassion be your profile
We are here to heal and love mankind
To us has Lord this mission assigned
Our strong hands can drive away disgrace
Compassion will gift us lasting grace
©®Sunila – 31/08/2017.
Insightful and contemplative.
Many thanks for your kind words of appreciation, Louis Sir! 🙂
A well-composed, heartfelt, faith-centered thought-provoking poem.