They said
One writer
Was killed.
But I am
The last man
To believe
These words.
I know
No one can
Kill any
Creature here,
No one is here
To be killed.
I know
No one is
Taking birth
And no one is
Going to die.
But we are mad
To tell and
To hear anything
For nothing.
We are not ready
To test
The truth.
We are also not
Ready to love.
Real tragedy of life!
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