I'm unexpected to this now
The youthful chivalry has gone.
No one to cheer, no one to love
Family, friends, I have none.
In Memory Of Tagore
As drops of rain to the dried seeds
So the ink of your mighty pen
Passed through the infertile hearts
Across the world of countless men
'No pain, no gain'is just a farce,
I saw people in pain losing all they had...
I, a silent onlooker only stood and watched,
This makes me more and more sad.