Darkness, it’s so quiet.
Darkness, it’s so shy.
Darkness, it’s so loving,
Always hide another’s pain;
And never let anyone know about it.
What more praise can be done?
Today’s people are so cruel hearted,
No one ever tries to care for someone else.
Their selfish hands always expect more.
But when it’s time to give,
They forget everything.
Forgetting is the real nature.
Without thinking, killing million feelings is the latest
Thousands are the victims.
With the so called name of love,
A person acquires the feeling of never ending hatred in
Is it right?
Is it an another name of love,
Or the reality of love.
Don’t know what it is.
Maybe someday, someone would surely answer it.
Waiting , waiting, for an unclaimed time!
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