Discrimination

Chongtham Ronikumar Singh
Running round
Like a banshee
Singing the blues

Ice forgets
To cement
Will it be fine on it?

When something
Is to be done
The wind blows rains indiscriminately

Thirsty water
Becomes mannerless ices
It cannot be drunk

To cure this heart
Made of reckless stones
Tolerance can make it out.