Do you know what the universe is made of? It's made up of infitesimal thoughts clubbed together as conscious atoms. Slowly, these atoms evolve and arrange themselves into various shapes.
When poetry is added to these shapes, these shapes get life.
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When the war has ended, Two mothers cried; One with happiness, And the other with sorrow.
Under the wild roars of artillery thunders, Committed were the million humanity blunders. For their mad lust towards glory and power, Crumpled were the dreams and lives every hour. As the shower of bullets left him downed, At his home, a leaf dried and fell to the ground.
When the war ends on your side, Where do you live? In the songs of blood glory of yours or in the screams of pain of theirs? Silencing humanity by killing a thousand stranger mouths, We made war our favorite habit, Tell me, is stealing a life our birthright? Blood mixed with sand as the shots were drilled, At his home, the wind stopped moving and silence filled.
