The Lost

Shattered hopes,
Broken hearts,
Empty gazes,
Innocent smiles,
Make them whole.
Money's nothing but a piece of paper,
The world means nothing.
Something keeps their heart beating,
despite being wounded so much. 
Let it be so,but theirs is the blessed souls,
to live in their own worlds.
They throw glances at them,the passersby..
The memory of which fades away in their busy lives.
A thousand eyes gaze at them but not a single hand to heal them.
they are totally abandoned,not even a single soul to own them...
The showers pour on my window,on a summer evening.
As I wonder how long they'll live,
Left like that on the roads.

The song of the cuckoo reverberates amidst the noisy streets 

They are the people lost in the deserts of time....