Time draws
The picture of world
Presently it is suffering from
Many a wound
Happenings that take place
Burst at great pace
The sound of cracks
Reaches the space
Welfare is now
Non existing music
Goodness is nothing but
Abandoned literature
The fire of dangers spread
Our safety has been burned
Why are we not right?
Why are we not straight?
To know the answers
Let us get up
To get in to senses
Let us open up
Let us have our modes of living
To find the themes
Let us have lives
To live like poems
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