Unlikely to so many beings just like me
I feel each and every fragment of agony
Mine and other's and other's and their's
I suffice it all believing it will be just fair

Fair to the ones who don't deserve it
Fair to the ones who would curb the world for it
Fair to the ones who bleed for the fair
Fair to the ones who bleed with care

But feeling doesn't seem much enough
So I sweep myself in, pretending to be tough
But I am as tough as that cloud floating
Wind passes through and my eyes start raining

I believe that that rain would lessen the sorrow
But it just deepens with every tomorrow
My people try to keep the clouds at bay
I sit there knowing it won't happen today

Waking past miseries and agonies has become an everyday thing now
Where I cant even measure their stakes of survival going down like the eyebrow
Grief is what we complain about all seconds and minutes of our day
Wondering if we could lessen it's burden on every pawn in this world play
© punya