Neglect

                             NEGLECT

I hear the whispers of the enigmatic stars,

twirling in the darkness.

The echoes of the vagrant breeze,

slowly resounding this very day 

In a gluttonous world I was.

In a divine plain of,

music, likings and gain.

Of the rich and the poor.

And of the people who CARE. 

Nay, NOT. Indeed,

A sound levitates from nowhere. 

I, am the poor man,

floating through the Ganges.

I, am the doctor, left to die.

I, am the youth, jailed when spoke.

I, am the Qudus, the Palestinian. 

All, all from a world that CARES. 

O dears,

RAGE, RAGE, RAGE. 

The stars whispered again.

-Rana Fathima