Is there any way to escape this play,
Where people get revenges and pay.
But where will the innocents lie,
Even they're left to get harmed and die.
Apologies don't work in this century,
Envy works, revenge is asked on contrary.
Kind ones, least left, are suppressed,
Bossing around roam the guilties, others depressed.
Bribing can turn a person to disrespect,
Never minding his honour getting to affect.
No shame to jump over one's life,
Suicide is just a murder without knife.
Unseen swords, get stabbed in the heart,
Innocents play the deadliest of the part.
This wasn't the human God created,
This is maybe the dark side of his creation he hated.
No humanity flows in the air,
Even for the dove, there's none to care.
Who knows? Which word, hurts who?
Some tears flow behind smile with no clue.
Devils roam around with no fear,
After looking this, angels do have a tear.
Because everywhere roams a murderer,
With revenge to find his own daggerer.
-Raajasi
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~A verse for my every beat~
PoetryCollection of poetries written by a moody teen. A new poem every week🖤 Suggestions and advices are always open:-) As said, MOODY, even I don't know whether my next poem is gonna be on love, anger, and web series, MOODY.
