Life is like a flying bird
Kept in an illusion to be free
We try searching for the path
But every time we get in so deep
We crave for things to find happiness
We ask the god to give everything we need
We slash our wings by the deception of heaven in money & things
We forget the beauty that nature brings
Fake faces, skin colors look shinier when we see
The darkness hidden in them is what we can’t see
The feel of life is eclipsed by the moon of comparison
And we just want what everyone has indeed
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THE PREMISE OF LOVE
PoetryMy Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to tou...
