Chaos For Future
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Chaos for future
Time has gone
Not to dream about heaven
But create a space
For all races
No, there is no opportune time
We are simply creating space all the times
Simple writing won't help
Let us think and not sleep
There no time to wake up butterflies
When poor and innocent dies
We can't sing about love all the times
When poor citizens wants to flee from their homes
No, dear no!
It is our helplessness to cry and go
The sky is letting hell
The poems shall do nothing to reveal
You may become doyen
Or champion
Or father of poets origination
But let us admit, it chaos and deterioration
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