Noise of education does not deliver
The music of satisfaction
Language of civilization does not
Express the poetry of serenity
Palpitations over run in the hearts of mankind
Perturbations permeates in every mind
Life goes on by breathing the air of calamities
Living moves on through the fire of dangers
When will we have change in this situation?
When will we have the world as safe station? ?
We long for flowers
We are pricked by thorns!
Should we not present
In the absence of pains and pangs?
Should we not have our future
In the presence of relief end relish?
Should we not be pleasant?
Will badness be erased?
Will we not be pleased?
We will have to correct ourselves!
We are human beings-
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