Happy, Poetry by Samrat Rudra

WILDsound Festival

Genre: hurt, dark, death, sad


 When I was happy
I didn’t bother to care
that people are dying, orphans are crying
I satisfied that I am here…

Here so happy and cherish and good
But still I wish for more,
But what about the beggars on street
or people who died ashore..

I am so happy but still I am crying
that so much I didn’t get
Think about the soldiers who die
Their funerals don’t have a bed

Blood is shed, sacrifices made
It’s how they leave their loved
So when I compare them with my life
I am happy and its not so hard…



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