Beside the window sill

Everytime I sit beside my window sill 

I collect my thoughts 

And Share with the sky 

I see people treating people badly

The way it is now quiet 

I see there is so many problems in this life

I can't hear the noise 

But I can feel people screaming 

It is just the way I think

Or maybe life is like that

I see small people going like ants

They are busy like ants 

They walk too

I feel this world ain't right for people 

There is both bad and good people 

I meet different people 

But they have different perspectives 

We think differently 

We are not the same 

We humans are made equally 

But not our thoughts !!

Written today (29.03.11)