When the true endurance speaks will the world
listen?
Where
is the freedom which the writers of glories century had mentioned?
Will
there be a place for equality to prevail, even if in minimum?
Why
does hatred never fail to breed and gather soldiers of its own?
Why
are the love, unity and harmony, long lost kind of thing?
Feathers
from an unseen world tends to tame the rule,
The
casted shadow even at 12 0’ clock noon;
I
hear an unfed child crying, will someone hold her?
What
age have we arrived at?
Lives
battered by wars and losses, tortured and tormented,
The
misery of the people are decorated rather than documented.
If
the picture is of such kind for long, then will there be survivors from such
rush,
More
I wonder, but little do I know.
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