It is very promulgating in times of crisis
Where there is unusual thing happening,
And creating ciaos in the core of heart.
The wall that is active can have a goal,
Not being downtrodden in the bottom of peace,
As if it awakes the dead soul day and night.
Love seems to be sweet hear that pills over the ocean,
Rivers and seas to express dearth,
In toning life long stretch of humans frame.
The old woman cries all day long,
I see beside her weal and woe,
In the sense that she is alive,
But starving for food not under the sun,
But under the green wood tree, for the sake,
Like the empty words flash upon the mind.
To soothe and mark the ladders to go ahead.
Sorrows and remorse of life in the wake.
In the depth of oceanic demand amidst never ending.
The rays like the glittering waves of water,
To pass along in the sandwiched movement,
As it were, the sorrows never come along,
In the dark demand of humans panicking.
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