A silent cry

Her eyes, craving for attention

And lips, dried and torn

Her throat longing to mention

Syllables of pain yet not known

Her skin bleeding to the sun

And bones deprived of flesh

Crying in unison

To those around in her mesh

I could hear her cry

Though feeble and silent

It made me still and wry

And search for my soul, which life had lent

I could feel her agony

Her despair and struggle

It made me coy

Of my own little joy

Clothed in opulence and seated in luxury

But for the glass which kept us apart

I was amidst that misery

With moist eyes buried in guilt

Seated helplessly, filled with mar

In the plush clean leather

And comfort of my car

All I was able was to shed a tear

The girl beside was none to me

One amongst the millions

She would eventually be

Forgotten in the billions

But I and you can, should we care to

Stop such cries, though not entirely

At least in bits as will can take as through

Erase those voices in plenty and plenty