Drunk with Pain

Walking in the city of New York late evening,
Wondering how many people this city carries.
We can't guess while seeing waves of people.

Rushing through crowds in the streets,
Imagining where this crowd comes from.
We won't know while looking at masses of people.

Not knowing what to think,
Proudly we stare at the lights of city at Time Square.
Not knowing what to tell,
Quietly we glare at upper-class buildings in midtown.

Only thing we can expect is,
We can find a person in the corner.
In dirty clothes and extinguished fire in his eyes,
Drunk with pain.

Only thing we can do is,
Seeing him in a light of day or dark of night.
Passing through him and giving some change or not.
Looking after ourselves and minding our own business.

Drunk with pain in his whole body,
He observes the crowd with hopeless eyes.
Stoned with torn soul in his mind,
He awaits help from anyone, yes anyone.

Would God himself forget about these people?
Or do these people refuse God's help?
Cause only hope would help them

And only God can give it to them.

Every day we sink in ocean of pain.
Every moment we drown in sea of tear.
Every single one of us deserves happy life,
But who is willing to catch it?

Who is willing to catch it?


Sukhee,