Why people used me as a instrument of hate.
Even in relax period people kick me.
I am always stand against flower.
Being without life and heart.
Purely symbol of hatred and kicking.
Despite that most amazing part is
I am proudly say myself milestone.
People gently sit and share their feeling.
I am part of everybody ever green life.
People can not imagine to live without me.
Their dream house is incomplete without me.
People used to through stone.
at the same time use to live with
it's up to you in which way you like me.
It's your choice …….dear humanity……..
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