And the cycle goes on..
Again the poor homeless will fight to survive a day
Alas!!
How many death tolls gain this year
The pity goes on..
But still time moves on.....
The sufferings growls on
Alive within two creeds
Knowingly unknown to the climax
No needy supports to the tempt
Again the hunger growls on....
The mother earth looks for a hope
To enchant with no creed
Maybe it's so called
"fate"
where a life is held
Even each deserves happiness
The river of tears still pours on
Poor little world
Itself is buried under a burden
Maybe this survival for existence
still goes on!!!
©archanarai
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