Theblackone

Toddler to elder, have their summer. Things they want, come to their hand. Saves a part for their friends. Hands out few to their foes. Wanting things from the man, Comes to hand without demand. Toddler to elder share their things, Happens in summer under shades. Toddler to elder have their winter. Things they need, don't have a seed. Things get fewer for the member. Tries to save, things they need. Things they need are in demand. Hearing cries of crisis from the man. Toddler to elder saves their things. Happens in winter, under hoods. If they have things in heaps. They choose things out of heaps, Use for themselves and they Give the remaining to others. This is the condition of our world. Nobody has got to say no word. People see the things of nature, Get jealous and lose their nature.

In the rain, there was I. Standing under Hands of sky. People are running from the grey, To some shelter away from grey. Under these shelter, there was I. People were coming, bodies were shevering. Bodies where shevering because of raining Happiness in heart and wetness in body. With some towels, wiped the ripples. Searching for the way to get away, From these shelters to their shelter. Blackness of cloud is getting away. Wetness of body getting dried. In these shelters, there was I. Writing these lines, about the rains. Darkness of clouds has gone away. Making these people to move to their shelter.

Going to school, with our bags full. Learning things, to get our brains filled. Back to home, with some hope. Doing things, to get our heart filled. In the school, we get stuffed. With the things, from the book. We learn words, which are printed. Omitting the things, outside the book. We know things, from the book. Without the knowledge of the world. Things from the world, are in the book. We fail to know, things from the book. Education is infected with people, Who think getting Marks is the must. But, in the system we need people Who think getting knowledge is must.

Walking under the sun, with no one Stood under a shade, which people had made Enjoyed the state, with no one to dictate Then she came, into my mind Took my soul, and made me whole Then she went, leaving a dent Took my soul, and made a hole Waited for her, with full of fear Care for nothing, or fear for everything Walking under sun, with no one

My mind gets void,When people avoid. Should I hide or shall I ride. With no shy, I want to lie; To move from there, to places afar. Do they know what they do? Still, I don't know what to do! I don't like to be ignored, If you do, you will be ignored. Should I wait for them to join. Do they really want me to join? Do they know what they do? Still, I don't know what to do!