A thought not worth pondering upon...

I don’t know how such simple things can get so complicated. It’s not me to be doing this or saying this or even thinking this. This world is made up of little wonders often too trivial to be noticed by the human eye.

It’s just too bad
Too many children whose voices are never heard
Those that were never wanted.
We sit at our meals
And think of
Setting up colonies in mars
And PCs in pencils
And what more, it hurts to imagine
Whither the beautiful world?
somethings taking over our minds
and before late...
there'd be nothing left...