They say I write a good one but who knows its merely a try
They claim hard work always pay but who knows how much to fry
They see always a beautiful smile on face but who accounts the cry
They praise the greenery around but who fights against the dry

They wish to create a beautiful world but who nullifies the lie
They race always to be the winner but who comes front to die
They try their luck to be a gentleman but who counts the value of tie
They discuss a lot about poverty of world but who sees the waste pie

They reach high with the drink but who knows half of it is made with rye
They narrates the beautifully layered color but who sees the work to dye
They shows eagerness to get welcomed but who wants early to get bid bye
They talk about the peace but who clarifies the fight for the eye

  • Author: drniran (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 23rd, 2022 00:32
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