Where Are You My Lord

By Hiya Chatterjee

Air filled with smoke,

Water filled with poison.

No land to make my home,

Nature is dying miserably.

Where are you, my lord?

No one in this world now,

Suits for the word ' Human '.

This is not the future

Our ancestors had dreamed of.

Where are you, my lord?

Every minute of the day

A person is being harassed.

Physically, Mentally, Emotionally.

Men and women,children and adults.

Where are you, my lord?

Millions of screams are heard

Screams of pain

Screams of anger

Screams of prayer to you!

If the myths are true then

Why can't they reach your ears?

When will you save us, my lord?

When will you come, my lord?

Where are you, my lord?

Where are you?

By Hiya Chatterjee