I can hear
The stride steps of commons
And trembling future
Behind and ahead me
You can't hear
The endless cries
And mourners of millions
In front of you
I can hear
The dark dawn of knights
Who never bread
with their sweat
They always inculcate
Others to strive
And swear on behalf of people
There is no other alternative
You strive
Always strive
Let us open our all outlets
To those who are ready to occupy.
a penetrating intellectual piece indeed, amazing just amazing thank you for sharing, sir love payal
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Yes, let us strive to open out the doors of our heart to accommodate all who cry and mourn and try to give them some comfort and peace of mind! A nice poem!