Unheard Voices

They are over millions

But they are often unheard

They are but simple individuals

Trying to make their lives work.

They wander amidst the busy crowd

Wishing for luck that is yet to come

They are often rejected by society

Thinking they are just another liability.

In their own little ways

They try to find means;

But in surviving this life's battle

They still never had felt their victory.

Despite their life situation

They still seek for God's attention

Holding onto their prayers

Waiting for them to be heard.

Ghastly Otherwise

I'm running through the field

With butterflies, flowers and seeds

I smile to see the blue sky

So clear, so bright and so high.

With whisper that caress

Touching my skin so breathlessly

Water flows like unruffled cave

With sparkling crystals dancing with the wave.

I walk amid the bare forest

Fill my hands with fruits extremely fresh

I gaze and hear the song of the birds

Like a lullaby that tingles my nerve.

Everything is so exquisite

But now it's the opposite

For I realized I was just dreaming

Of what the mendacious society brings.

Yesterday everything was fine

But now, everything should be refined

Yesterday was clear and wise

But now, it is just ghastly otherwise.