Hearts Unmoved

Ignorant of anything in the world
They are busy feeding their tummies.
Without caring for children
Let them roam freely
And risk their own lives
To make survival possible.

The soul is alive in them
A little negligence for prayers
Is visible for sure.
Busy in fighting hunger,
Not true believers
They somehow believe in God.

Build dwellings for Him
Stand very close to Him
Still hearts unmoved.
Is this a clear sign of decay
Or we call it something else whatever
They fear His wrath as we do?

And His mercy upon them
No evil comes to their way
They gain strength day by day.
But as punishment,
Their destiny in sand and dust
Passes to generations with no way out.