Life! How long are we going to be stuck
In our mystery
Frail looking pain!
Walking round around
Weeding the surface of the earth
Weak as Wistful smile
Sweet up the sky.
Our eyes are clouded with dreams,
With no rules of limitations.
Why do we have to be silent,
When things are not right?
Consumed by unending fear,
A time in space for nature
Those sorrows at heart
Calls for nurture.
A peaceful burning mind,
Upon the mountain peak.
To those hope, of being wise!
Anguish strike at morning rise
Finding moment in life time
To those pains,
That became pleasure.
©parvin_z
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