'The World is not Sold' points
towards the humanity still left in us humans, and they way our humanitarian
heart has still not given up. For the upcoming occasion of 'World Humanitarian
Day', I have specially composed the following poem.
Before you grow too old,
Before your back is weak
and your body’s cold
Do you deed and prove,
That the world is not yet
sold
Every need, every goal,
Comes in exchange of a
worthy toll,
What we do is who we are,
One purpose, it’s woven in
our soul
Who are we, to question
the earth?
When we find out, the reason to our birth,
Let us repay all that
we’ve had,
All we’ve deserved, every
breath that we’re worth.
If we offer a hand, to the
one in need,
We’ll get it back, when we
plead,
Every time that we break
down
Every time that we bleed
Every time that we’ve
paid,
From all the times that we’ve
prayed
There will invariably be a
reward,
Given there’s no
masquerade
Give up trying to fit the
mould,
Open your mind and write
in bold
That you have to do your
deed and prove,
That the world, is still
not sold.
