In passing

Does it stop raining?
When the homeless man cries;
Wet in the night,
cold in the rain.

Does it start raining?
When the desert child starves;
Tearless and malnourished,
drought stricken in the sun.

Do the fires stop burning?
When the soldier salutes;
While a martyr burns slowly,
upon her funeral pyre.

Does the street burst aflame?
When the naked baby screams;
Howling in his mothers arms,
too young to shiver.

The world doesn’t stop spinning,
just cause a smile fades away;
so shall it not,
when the darkness runs astray.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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