My Ink Poem by DASHARATH NAIK

MY INK

My blood, tear and sweat form my ink to ink what I feel
And see all around, with little fear for truths to reveal.

Beauty and innocence trampled in silence do suffer
Ill-treated elderly thrown in the end like buts of cigar.

Missing humanity, degrading morality, war for peace
Uplifting frustrated souls lagging behind in the futile race.

Like beacon of light leading way,
waging war for human rights
Crumbling evil and devilish minds
to restore dignity and delights.

Bliss of nature and its precious riches all but looted
Crimes rampant devastating joys making all dejected..

Differences & hatred between/among races
Religion, Pride, Anger & Ego, the root of all causes.

To feed victims of hunger, more than any sword ever
Inks 'll bring Love & Harmony in the life struck by terror.

*(c) Dasharath Naik