Blind hope that confines us,
The foolish play of this cursed period, we play along till we reach our destination........
wait do we reach our destination? or else we simply wander in broad daylight slowly filling ourselves with a never ending void,
blood relations that scrutinize us like outsiders,
where accompanying our people in their downfall is deemed onerous,
when money determines whether we are deserving of honor or not,
The heart that adjusts according to day and nights,
In this world of pandemonium, one's buried self that is stabbing others in their guts and smiling on their faces, fulfilling one's dreams by killing their loved one's peace,
When even a full moon is covered by the malice of one's eyes which surfaced first on that selfish mind,
The mind that was supposed to be sagacious,
the heart that was supposed to be selflessly rich,
the eyes that were supposed to see the elegance in the wicked,
Where are the ideals, was their one, to begin with? did we kill em because they raised their voice?
All that left of the sinless ones are numbered, people
who force their way into this world and make their destiny which changes many people's way of living in a better productive way for the whole society,
Which small deed will change how many people's fate nobody knows,
tomorrow will you still be here to see the dawn, nobody knows that either,
Therefore we need you, we need your selfless self, we need your selfless smile, we need that selfless heart.
P.S. So hang in there because only selfless people can change this selfish world.
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PoetryIt is a collection of what I feel and felt or call it a mad rant, I hope you all can sympathize with them one way or another. Writing keeps me sane.
