A devil with a halo,
We are all different but same,
All have their own situations,
All have their own game...
We all want our names on top,
What differs is the path we choose,
Some don't bother what path they take,
Some prefer to be righteous and lose...
Dreams and hopes we create,
And then we follow someone fake,
We feel that we are inspired,
And then it's only heart ache...
Our creator is recreated by us,
And lands for which we fight,
We all have the sky as same,
The rays of sun and the night...
The world that we live in,
Killing it is what we do,
And maybe we never care,
But we do depend on it too...
Deceit is the tool for success,
We learn in the world today,
And hard work is for losers,
Is that the modern way...
YOU ARE READING
A beautiful feeling called... LOVE...
PoetryA collection of poetry from the depth of my heart, expressing different shades of love...
