He grows along with weeds,
Alone in a crowded village,
A light source that never wish to stop glowing,
He clear all weeds,
For all to grow,
He builds thousands huts,
For all to get shelter
He protects the village with all he has,
Oh! The life of every man,
Sadness and Happiness,
Ugly and Uncertain,
Behind the beautiful garden,
There lives a man,
That kill all weeds,
He cries heavily with no tears drop,
Sit unconsciously in the transparent Light,
He is shot by unseen enemy,
Only a she can give strength and love,
To bear the pain and the war damages,
The foundation of life,
The fundamental unit of life,
Is no one but a man.
© Young Prof.
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