They all cried
Everything buried in the shadows of his strength
We , helpless
They , without breath
Souls dying of thirst nd unquenched agony
His pascals raised the endeavour
What about them?
Their silence, their shivers , their crust
All in mediocre mortality
And we, seamless satires to multitude
Narcotic feelings
Inhumanity crossing sensex , at every déjàvu
But seeping through glitter and granite
Will they not thrive survival?
Will they not nurture the rhetoric lambda?
They stand
We sleep
Deep restless nights and promises
Every tequila gratitudes our bronchitis
Our hamlet
Our virtual.
And they smile ignorance
Their solemn salvation buries itself in the ichore
The eternal feels defended by monsoon
Amnesia surrenders sincerity
And she gives birth to thy fear.
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