Lost Life.
What’s the use of living
When there’s no motive to do so
With life being so cheap
And peoples thinking even low
The reality of life
Still hidden from us
But no one’s here to
Explore it and create a fuss
Life couldn’t have been ever easier
And also couldn’t have been ever wicked
With its beautifulness crushed
Under the huge burden of the sicked
Peace was a word
Used in the ancient past
Now the word has
No meaning in any of the castes
Gone are the days
Of beautiful delights
Where people could enjoy
The brilliant night lights
The onset of everyday
Now brings in some new fear
Presence of guiltiness in people
Prevents even to summon their near
No one cares actually about
The essence of real life
Whose value they can’t realize
The fact being, they have lost their life
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