I am sitting here at the stone
At the corner of the street
Above me the lights,and flies on my head.
I see people running after their life
Trying to catch it.control it
In hope of living it
The life,no less than of nomad
The nocturnalness engulfing the dark
The world full of evil
Still we dare to call world beautifull
The world full of rapist
Still so pure.
The life full of miseries and hopes
Still it seems so serene
Is it we are optimistic or blind
Trying to ignore our deedds
Trying to ignore the present.
But still we hope for the bright future
Still believing inthe god
He becomes the originator and spectator too
Drenches the earth with cold blooded liquid
Forgetting about animals and nature
The spectators will never forgive us
The guilt still not in oureyes
The greed dwells and erodes for more
The hope starts to stop it
To start from where ,the end is endless
It seems human is forgetting being human
But still calling ourself Human beings
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