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The Melancholy
When I look around me,
I see,
my fellow friends fancying,
but when my perceptive eyes wind up,
I see sufferings and hardships all-around.
The people without necessities,
people without felicity,
people in their caboose breadth.
Why do I behold this?
This question remains a question in my soul ever.
When I look around me,
I see,
All omens and omens,
people for a comestible,
people living in the bedraggled,
Thier living conditions are beyond our imagination and our living conditions beyond thiers.
Oh Cosmocrat!Why have you done this?
What's their wrenght?
When I look around me,
I see,
Wars and fights among religion,
among community, among people.
The world is such a beautiful place to live in, why the people behave as such?
When I look around me,
I see?
but now everything near me
getting wane,
a drop of scintillation rowling
down my eyes.