Too many tears, a little bit of faith
Too much sorrow, a lot of hate

Too much hunger for a bit of fame
Too little patience to achieve the same

Too much apathy, lives left to fate
Too little love, prayers too late

Too many worries crushing naive souls
Too little beauty to linger, behold

Too much judgement, anger and pain
Too little passion, no joy untamed

O my! We are lost, restless, strained
Torn to pieces, lost to mayhem

                        Shruti Anand Prada