The Necessary

The call of the blooming night
the kite have stopped flying

the dazzling speed of the busy roads
the smell of washing mud -smell of dried rose

we paint our wish.....

smell the burning lamps-roast of sweet corn
we deep breathe the sensation of mourn

we belong to nature - the child beggar is mere a creature

when the night falls -when we are sold to nations
the sleepless nights seems long - days noisome

addiction of the potent drink -we melt to liquors
the conspiracy minds put us refuge in misconceptions

I and we undersand all -its time for us to fall
the blind eyes asks to walk alone refusing friends call

living we all without the hand to hold and heart to talk
accomplishing our own wishes while we behave like a lork

wanna know The living Necessary
Trust for that reason is mandatory