Geet Asher (18/12/1993 / mumbai)
Peace hard to find in this world of seige,
as we search for inner peace.
Terror caused by the evil persons mind,
as fear strikes innocent peoples minds,
turning their happieness into sadness due an evil persons madness.
Peace turns into violence as we search for silence,
so this world would change for the good of mankind,
hoping for a ray to come in the day of heavy rain,
for violence to vanish in the rain and peace to come in form of the ray.
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