Strange Time

There is no more happiness in the ‘Morning’
The once brightness has turned into ‘Mourning’.
Pollution is in the air and everywhere

It is no more natural, it is man-made
Humanity and Goodness fade
Giving birth to flesh-thirsty ‘human- hunters’
Love and Compassion have become endangered now.
Who will protect them and how?
News are no more inked with pen
Blood is oozing out from the news-worthy human pain.
How to find the “right Path”..
When every day we bathe in blood bath??