Cowards often proclaims as heroes
And heroes often called as cowards
The history is full of contradictions
And situations differ and heroes of the times
What makes the real heroes, no common norms
Everyone is in his own way to opine
And everyday the pages of history increases
The helpless humans goes with it
And tells himself the confusions are many
Circumstances, that warrants to change
The coward's act as heroes might
Some we are in mistaken notions
The end result is the great question mark.
Not our own faults that to be reckoned
That these the actual ironies of world.
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