Prestiage

Just a word and after word in thir earthly world
Ever worst can happen than the rising bullets
When minds get churned and below lower juncks
Our ill fate again decide to compete with the destiny.

When we sleep in the slumber of the grave sombre
When our mind engulfs the mighty big oceans
When we are unable to gather thoughts of living
When the desperation becomes the sole inspiration.

We are here for a cause to happen anytime
We are just for the entertainment of our souls
We occupy water and land and air all over
We get lies and death and pain all time together.

by Vishal Sharma

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