See the top peak of the humanity is melting,
Through the poverty-thatched-edged- eaves
People has not seen the sun, hope is pelting,
We like autumnal tree dry thought like leaves,
Falling, swaying, gliding thus making the noise
By hurting sentiments, killing without any poise,
Faith has become lathe producing human hatred,
No one likes peace, behind the eyes keep the red,
Why there is difference between pray and act?
We are only fooling to self and not Lord in fact,
For I know, those who don't serve human being,
For them no prayer is acceptable, they are dying….
An age of decadence we are thrown into.But, we must hope for better world.A beautiful poem.
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We like autumnal tree dry thought like leaves, Falling, swaying, gliding thus making the noise