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Weren’t hearts made for love
To carry the red fluid
Of oxygen and the genes…
Not pumping rage and blood
There is blood on our land!!
Hearts have lost their office
And sense of right and wrong.
In modern age and time
Cold blood reigns supreme here
Sadly, it rains on all tiers
From the high power drunk,
To green-eyed local folks
Envious of another growth
Spilling blood on our land.
No parachutes, down I fell Into the hot pit of hell Roasting up in everyday On the queue to better days Sadly, I am the…
Born as a man and ruled by my own passion Even when am economical with little details The entire picture is not permanently awful Bypass…
Hands on deck, You call me smart; each time, I Complete a task… Am not God; But, I see things possible, And doable… Feed your…
For sands of time, I burn candles Studying to rebuild cradles For my linage to have a name So baskets shall always retain Best of…
Amazing write. “From the high power drunk, To green-eyed local folks”
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Thank you Muntazir
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Most welcome
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