Artmoney

by: M.R. Manohar

My journey is on and the road is long, upon the rugged land and villages. I keep meeting people with dry cracks on their tired faces.
They walk through life quietly.
Their cries are silent and their pain is deep.
They are God's special people, yet marginalized by the rich and the powerful.
I keep seeing faces that haunt my thoughts.
I see their bodies broken with the harshness of reality.
They live each day through hunger and thirst.
Their eyes have lost hope, as they remain the outcast.
Their tears stay hidden behind their poverty.
No one dares to listen to their cry for freedom.
My journey gets harder and the heat unbearable.
I drive through miles of treeless land.
The children of a lesser God have opened their Doors
to the so-called development pundits
who came in promising milk and honey
They have only proved to be agents of globalization.
Creating a wider disparity between rich and poor.

“My journey through life has been accompanied and often illustrated by my passion for art in its different media. It is this that helps me to find who I am. I hope and trust that you will enjoy these expressions from within,”.

Copyright ©2008 M.R. Manohar