No one is like another, each a universe within.
What was has faded, what's to come remains undefined
What is hangs suspended on a caterpillar's thread
Go, keep going, to where humanity is neglected
Where power frolics on mountains of ego
No one is like another, yet all are strung together
Tired of this era's meaningless games, humans have grown weary
So I call out, return to the path of humanity
What exists awakens in the heart, a seed of peace.
- Author: Prasun Goswami ( Offline)
- Published: September 7th, 2024 02:15
- Category: Unclassified
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Great write
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