It's only words

A line a day
Is too much anyway
A line to pen
Or a man to hen
A line a day
Keeps the fight away
A line to me
Keeps me company
A line in time
Saves a life or nine
A line to read
Like air to breathe
A line I say
Makes a better day
A line or five
Dazzles my mind
A line to live
And a line to die
A line to make me
Come or cry
A line a day
Keeps the doubts at bay
A line from you
Do you think of me too?

Bharat Bandh

Dear world, why do you burn??
Am I doing something wrong?
In mayhem and blood, you turn,
And violent endings streak the dawn
When passions stir and hopes collide
In sweaty days and stirring nights
We wake to find you burning bright
With fires raging on the streets
And children crying to make ends meet
The people starving everywhere
But no, what do we care?
We are a selfish, privileged lot
We'll kill them all before we stop
To pause for breath, to give a damn
'bout anything but this hopeless sham
We watch you darken every day
And slowly give our world away
And slowly let you burn away.
We are a people of an age
We use you as our burning stage
We will persevere and prevail
And drown the world in bawling rage.