My eye-Now

Which history has to seen by us?

You indifferent,

My faith now helpless—

Darkness will coming

Life helplessly drowns in dark path.

Everyday news papers come with sad,

But we just see progress.

Smoke from tea just make hope—

We are cream of the society buy happiness.

Alas independence and liberty –

What faith you make?

My eye filled in water. It’s scorching.