(Colour of Hope)
A bottle of water, pure water,
Pulled from fridge very cool,
It satisfies my thirst of drink.
It's pure water to heart & all.
Now I look deep in the bottle,
Bottle full of drought in areas,
The capacity of draught to me…
Theheart took bottle to a heart.
Face full of thirst, life crawling,
No meal in absence of water…
Dry areas no vegetations & food,
Condensed drop drops to my lips.
Closed bottle with condensed on,
Am I thirsty that not to see them?
The human colony that very far,
Crawling life seek the food carts.
Can able hand go & reach them?
A Trust that wraiths help them.
(This above poem wrote by me as soon as I received this Pulitzer Awarded moving picture of Kevin Carter in full set of pictures and that day I could not eat and could not drink well, Kevin Carter suicide very soon after taking these pictures my homage to him too. He was criticised for not helping them but he was strictly instructed by Sudan Govt not to touch victims coz it may spread disease)
(The Poem Dried Ripping is my copy right
Pictures are taken from moving mail.)
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