We feel painfully about Those pretty people who left their houses And everything behind them aimlessly... Those people's painful sufferings are ours Simply because they mean What they mean to us anytime... We feel painfully about All those who passed away without Finding their loved ones... Life tortures us with its painful pins And that adds more pains over our sufferings... Our sufferings are painful Simply because they are true and real anytime... Those who left for the unknown Are now residing anywhere and everywhere Including on the sidewalks... No solutions will be in the near future Simply because the ugly conspirators and Arm-dealers are working behind the curtains For more and more plots... Our painful sufferings are legitimate and They have real backgrounds in our life... We will wait until pretty solutions are Going to be the future's road maps to all sufferings... _______________________________________________________________________
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