Everyone is fighting amongst relations;
amongst himself; amongst tensions....
This world will end somewhere...But these tensions nowhere...
When the white beard was black...concern for relations none lack...
people cared for each odr...wife,a sister, a brother...
concern was so high..people dint even care to die..
But now everybody has grown...people only come to mourn..
How does it matter? ..if u die...if u live...
u r only cared for taking ;none cares to give...
Parents lose touch from their child...
..The children..just care a mild.......
it makes me wonder.....is this a relation??
full of insult and humiliation.....
an atmosphere of isloation....
an environ of tension....
dont u thnk ...we r losing the touch with our own soul...
a lonely fish in the golden bowl!!!!
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