Suffering
Life was always unpredictable folklore,
as same as death.
But perhaps we were never so helpless before,
as now it has affected even our breath.
An aimless voyage towards the unknown,
we all are like captives of the cage.
None can predict when HE will torn which page!
A restless, anxious life we all are living,
don't know where is its edge.
Wish to get back our ancient dear Earth again,
when we will be free as a bird out of the cage.
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