We, who are living
in buildings and flats
are suffering from insecurities
though we have kept security guards.
We, who are living
in thatched houses with leaves
papers, boards etc are suffering
from rain, wind, hunger and thirst.
Life itself is insecure
and who are we to hope life secured?
Secured for what?
as we know all are farce.
We see life before us
and it is all empty given by almighty boss.
gajanan mishra
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-who-are/
