Time..

The river of time flows
Day and night two sides

Month, years walking alone,
Wasting precious life..

Rising hot and cruel sun,

Drying land, Killing hope and inspiration

Lets all come together

Bring down this cruel sun in deep sea
Never to let it to kill any hope again

Lets pull some clouds of affection,
Bring some drops of love and spirit
Quench the thirst of dying soul...

© Rakesh Kumar