Wrought with the colour
Day by day, absurd chain
Change to the at most best
In all features and nature
I see the change as a change
In living and being for change.
At the height of evolution
In all forms of life
You have surrendered all
Your self respect, identity
Moreover soul of purity too
Which never belongs to you.
Wherever I see around me
I feel what life is
And why such life for you
Where you live meaningless
Imitating all which is not yours
Indeed living in light under dark.
When I go with such queries
All are ready to question
But no one ready to answer
They say we are born
We have all rights to change
Why do you indulge in our life.
Those fools don't understand me
You don't even hear my words
I stress to this extent
Because when I compare
Our past and present.
I Feel our living is not a living.
you are very true sir our living is not a living. superb
What an appeal.....! We can't just live like we have no purpose. Brilliant work, I give you 10++
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you are something strange with your writings and good to see a person so much concerned of tradition and past. all 10