Death calls happily on those paths;
Trespassers are taken within seconds;
Some are thrown away, mutilated;
Life is worthless on those paths.
Tears have no value on those paths;
Carelessly drives laughing loudly;
Seeing blood spills never opens their eyes;
Helpless we are called by death early.
Sunrises every day;
Crawls, Jumps, Leaps and Run crossing the danger;
Luck matters for us;
Some are perished for nothing.
Is our soul worthless?
as a torned fresh leaf;
In this alien world;
Oh! Man.. you are the Lord of all miseries and mischiefs.
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