Yes I am his face
Where you find His traces
In form of love
And believe
We play
And stay
With some mission
With partial error impression
People admit
And greet
Good children
With flowers even
But are we exception?
To look different with relation
Each one treating us on wrong footing
The impression s wrongly shooting
We can't paint human face
Where you find reflection of races
Color and appearance do come on fore
We show inclination therefore
We forget about short duration
That has been given to us for elevation
Live with peace or hatred
One day you shall be dead
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Deep and Dark 9 Jan by Kshama Girish to You shall be dead