THE FALLEN

The poor thing waits for a hand,
To be taken to life's wonderland,
But the world seems to busy to lend,
A hand that can put all sorrows to end,
People follow the only survival rule,
One who is left behind is a fool.



"Why waste time in supporting the fallen,
I have to produce new replacing pollen."
The people tend to forget that the fallen
owns a share,
The people tend to human care,
But today one fallen soul has stood without
 help,
Wait for the time he will prove himself.

Poet by situation
&
Not by birth...