My friend wanted me to write a serious one.. And I came up with this somewhere in middle of August 2014.
He, the elder son, watches his family;
Starving, wandering, being bare;
Its all thoughtless and vacuum occupied,
There’s not a thing they got to share.
He looks around, with eyes filled with little hope;
To get a merciful work and have his family cope,
They too have needs, though not too much;
Still, it seems hard to satisfy such.
He is bent with the burden and the load,
Which gets heavy and heavier
Carrying, working and walking miles on the dusty road.
He might have lost ‘the’ smile somewhere,
And ‘the’ cheerful child’s face,
When you search for the lost place,
You don’t find a single trace.
His eyes too, once lived in a dream;
But now, just a dark truth is what all seems;
Which has captivated them in a pity state,
Where there’s no escape or an exit gate.
The load gets heavier day by day,
While the weak figure looks for a way-
A way which would get them freed,
From dust, dirt and the wilder weed.
He still thinks that it’s hope,
Which could work as a rope,
And could save and get them away,
It’s all a thought: and nothing ahead I know what to say!