Question of survival, here.
Is there any question of
Survival, my dear,
Without love,
Without truth?
And yet,
We are creating
Atmosphere of hate
What for?
And yet
We are taking shelter
Of falsehood
What for?
Forgoing company
Inviting storehouse of
Grief and infamy
What for?
Are we here
To gain only profit?
Are we covetous
Of sovereignty?
Be always a champion of
Righteousness, my dear
And device some means
To avert in this life
Grief and obloquy.
love is here everywhere, let us reap love Truth is here everywhere let us live in it.
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right written are we living here for profit or what? truely today we have created rush of illness and sorrows.... very ins piring poem....whole world shoould read this..............200 on 100 very well written...........keep on writing and keep on smiling..........