Oh the kindness had been brutally killed by the violence,
And love by the hatred,
I'm searching for the souls like me,
Who are agonized by the pity towards the blind society,
Chasing the branches of hatred,
Stuck in the fixed path of mind,
Where there minds are being enlighten by the worshippers of money, power and fame,
Who are using these propogandas just for their gain,
Who to tell what's the truth?
Whom to say use your brain,
When I know the day I'll open my mouth,
They'll stand their to kill my opinions,
To grab the voice of neutrality,
To repress my search for humanity,
Cause this double standard society has designed women just to listen what they say,
Just to do what they tell,
Oh whom should I complain too?
This journey of building everything on your own is so tiresome,
This journey of holding the weight of world where I dreamt of world as beautiful place of acceptance and humanity,
Oh it's so exhausting to search for a single soul like me,
Oh how come I stand here in these roots of toxicity,
Where everyone around me is spilling poison,
Oh lord save me from these dark paths,
Being led by the blind,
I trust you so provide me some hope of finding souls like mine.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
