The hands that feed 

Why are they so red?

The shoulders that were held high 

Why are they so shy? 

The birds that chirped day and night

Why can’t I see through their eyes?

Leaves that bounced with the air 

Why are they withering in despair?

Water that chuckled by the sea 

Isn’t speaking to me 

The sun over my head 

Why are you afraid?

Father is so quiet 

Even if I fight 

The rose that once bloomed

Why have you gloomed?

Image Credit: Tabassum Ishra