The world goes on
Keep changing the words
According to its wishes
People chained to it
Adjust to its style
In total Voiceless
Eyes covered in total blankness
Goes on as master commands
Wishing just a single day
Without any chains or commands
Goes on the way as the flowers blooms
Free in nature
Colourful clothes and mind
A single night without any tears
But in reality
Everything is fake
People loves to act selfish
We can't change anything
Just act as a hollow person
Holding hope as a last life line
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Some flowers bloom in a desert and there is no reason that your bloom should depend on what is around you. A wonderful write
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