As one walks past the realm of facts
With just five senses, and a heart,
Lost in the best of affordable comforts,
Yet, sensing the ambience that lay vast…

Sees the being, but human, with no flesh,
Stops a while, and offers some bread;
Smells the child, in the filthiest debris,
Thinks a while, and offers a home;
Hears the lament, of pain and suffering,
Sits a while, and offers some solace;
Tastes the fate, doomed on a passer-by,
Hurries a while, and offers a tear;
Feels the horror, of the brute in thy fellow,
Dumb-struck!, but offers prayer at length…

“We struggle… We struggle… for reasons many,
But Lord! Why some savages amongst us,
Who leave our struggles, worthless and vain ??”