How Much Love?

There is no cocoon for them, no caring arms.
They are just here on this earth.
Life just passes by. I don't know the authenticity of those who say they care for them.
They don't know about the blessing of parents, the biggest blessing ever on this earth.
Will their eyes ever dream?
Dreams need something to grow on...hopes...the positives of life...
Those forced smiles, the pain within, the lost childhoods...
Do they wonder about the unfairness of it all, feel bitter towards this life?
Are they acquainted with faith?
How much love is needed, to soften them, to make them feel loved?
A brother and a sister at the railway station, without chappals and wearing tattered clothes,
With metal plates they make music and get through life.
A little boy with injuries trying to sell newspapers.
How much would he make in a day, I wonder?
If he shows ambition, he would probably start stealing.
If he doesn't, how would he get through life?
I feel sadness for all the love we don't give.
Just fend for yourself, they say.
You cannot rule out the argument, either.
How can you help anyone if you cannot help yourselves first?
In the sixth grade moral science book, the first chapter said that the birds don't worry about their food.
They know the Creator would provide it to them.
I've seen humans worrying for it, I've seen humans losing humanity for it.
I've seen humans sleeping on two glasses of water.

How can you soften the humanity? How can you open up hearts?

How do you find a way?

How much love is needed to change this world?


P.S Written while traveling back from Ludhiana to the Drudgerous Delhi.
I see most humans turned into machines all the time, and it saddens me that they don't even realize it. 
I am now wishing that the 2012 world-end had materialized somehow.