Do You Bleed

Do You Bleed short poem

Photo by Matt Biddulph

Did you see sparrows any more?
Did you listen to the songs of dropping rain?
Did you ever dream of sunshine…?
This what we have done to us
So close to life yet so far
This is what we have done to Earth…!

Do you bleed when you hurt?
Do you still believe in love?
A million souls dying everyday
A million dreams getting away
Did you still believe in God…?
This is what we have done to us!
So close to light yet so dark
This is what we have done to Earth…!

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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Appreciating the finer things in life, taking care of our environment. Simple lessons of living forgotten and we are paying the price already.

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