The intoxicating scent of mangoes, The summer songs of cuckoos, The sweet fragrance of first showers, Remind me of a distant past. Parched land and shriveled cattle scream for water. I cannot look them in the eye: my family. Braving hunger, poverty and injustice. I question myself: Did I fail them? I look for answers; find none. Suicide seems a lucrative option. A new career avenue, almost. Soon, this too shall pass. We continue to live:silent and resilient. In God we trust.Everything goes up: Prices,debts,corruption, deceit, Not a word of solace; not an iota of shame. Can somebody hear me? I'm sure you do. Your tender heart trembles in pain. But I know it's all in vain. I know it's a losing battle where no one gains.