For Whom
People of different races,
Equipped with the different religion, culture, language
Dwelling in different geographical regions of the world,
Born in this world with the amalgamation of sperm and egg,
Of their father (*****) and mother (Vagina),
Equipped with corrupted arms of greed and sin,
Not known to be unite like nail and flesh,
Known to be divided as the lines of hand,
Humans are living always on sorrow,
Without the joy and happiness,
Within the peripheral of money,
Humans knew to acknowledged the money is everything
Ultimately humans are finishing their life on money
The question is?
For whom
For what purpose
Ending their life!
Copyright © Vijay Rimal | Year Posted 2018
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