Unwrap the Moons

Where the ocean ends,
mirage begins. I was drinking the
sun. Who will bring water?

Hypocrisy wears grass.
Clouds come and go and there was
no rain of hope and love.

Tulips zoom. I don't want
the beauty to distract me from
the river of blood to dry.

The poet is expressing his anguish that the suffering of people is without a remedy. Poets who are not socially conscious write about pleasant nothings and move on closing their eyes to the realities of the world.  

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003