Life of a Wordsmith

They say a wordsmith
is remembered by the
words he writes.
But do the words
die with the wordsmith
or they just become
immortal in the minds of
the people who read it?
A wordsmith is far
mortal with the words
he chooses, does anyone
know what's going in
his mind?
How does he write
such eccentric and fanciful
thoughts, well no one knows
what struggle, he is going
through in his mind.
A struggle of intellect, a struggle
of vitality, a struggle of feeling
what a normal person does.
Yes! He is normal but
his world has a different
perspective he connects, every
situation with the grinding
pains in his life and gives it a
thought and frames it what other's
like to read.
This is the life of a wordsmith.

What world we are living in?

What a world we are living in?
Where utilities are easy and in
your hand but when you are
search of humanity you find it
banned.
Where milk is pure and is basic
necessity but people tend to
waste it on structured idols
instead of giving it to the one
in need.
Where hospitals are plenty
and doctors are rare its
become a matter to earn money
by considering life's spare.
Where drinking liquor is
considered shame and dishonor
and domestic violence is not
given an eye, it is ignored and
put in a dark corner.
Where education is given
foremost but to get the dream
job you initially have to bribe
and get on the desired
coast.
So? What world we are living in?