Weather of this city changes drastically
Every storm devour so silently
These tears are enough to permeate the ocean
For ages I have been repeating the same thing
If book of desires get buried in the heart
No more sorrows will predominate our lives
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Desire is the root cause of evil. Verve to invent or produce something is not desire. Desire cankers the mind till it is fulfilled. Beautifully said with storms storming the human shelter.
thank you so much sir