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Why is this so true?
Someone throws food into the dustbin
And someone who is not eating!

Smile blooms on someone's face
Someone who is always a victim
And someone's neck is hanging!

Someone's a street load.
Who sleeps on the hard concrete
and someone's a luxury bed.

Some people are working hard
Some people aren't able to earn
And some people are unemployed!

Someone's dying inside
Someone's dreaming with a big heart
And some people are feeling so pride.

Someone who is unfairly blamed
Someone stands who's not well-known
And someone never can be respected.

Someone feels oneself a big boss,
who wants to get everything at a price
and insults needy people.

How long will it be?
Helpless is being tortured by the power!
Will this role be continued?

Criminals are acting to be decent
Innocents are losing to injustice
What civilization is this?

Will they be slaves,
because of their poverty?
Ah, they have lost their rights!
BE
The edge
Where this
Meets that
This is where you stand
And it cannot feed any longer
That is only a step away
But in that one step
There are a thousand increments
The car, the cats, the money, the apartment, the friends, the families, the pain, the selfishness, the tears, the doubt, the time, the love....
We had to run
To the nearest tree
Holding hands
For the first time
Instinctively clutching
Each other's in case
One of us slipped,
Because you brought
The rain with you.

In my room
Our first kiss
The lonely minutes
Cried out for the
Reassurances of eternity.
When you slept
I stayed awake
It felt like
You were healing me
I had found my source,
Because you brought
The night with you.

In the morning
We started our lives together,
I thank you
For all those days
We shared .
And I will try to imagine
How you look now
Wonder again if you
Have someone else,
Because you brought
The years with you.
I'm tied to the chain in the cage
Tear this chain up and break this cage down
to release me forever
Oh set me free, please!

I'm not in the happy mood
I'm soaked in tears,
Turn my tears into joy
and give me some peace,
You give me comfort, please!

Why are you silent again?
You don't see the wrong thing!
Never take the wrong turn in your life,
Just find the right path
and try to release yourself always!

You'll be free to reach the goal,
but I will be there in the jail!
Hey there who are free, I'm the victim
Think about it, just a bit
Oh, release me, please!

I would take the sweet smells
in the morning like you
I want to bloom the flowers too,
I wanna sing the morning song
for you in the cool breeze.
Let the dew of peace fall on me
Oh, lemme make a paradise!
BE
Every day is Friday
when we are together
even if it's Monday
and nasty is the weather

I don't have to drink
my heart already sings
so much that i think
that i will soon grow wings

Then take off to the sky
into the stratosphere
Tomorrow to the stars we'll fly
with weekend almost here
They say that life begins at forty
when you slow down and get less sporty
when you stop chasing after *****
becoming serious with less LoL's
and the only thing that's funny
is finding ways to get more money
with changes in your conversation
how you could better lead our nation
introducing some new legislation
discussing what's best for constipation
which should aid in defecation
lessening your heart's palpitation...
....
but i think my life began the day
when i saw you walk my way
and with that first initial greeting
i felt my heart then started beating
and since that first enchanting glance
it continues still to dance
this happened when i was twenty two
while playing football for a team in blue
We die and paint with words
our feelings blood red flow
with a paintbrush like a sword
delivering every blow

We hurt and cry in blue
our tears are like rain
and every time we think of you
our dreams will scream in pain

and we will love the suns first ray
then shine like stars at night
so when we die our words will say
a heart once used to write
Monsoon's panoply,        
               a dimpled day's
smile;              
                    windstrewn        ­­      ­              
                                 gulmohars,
                    ­          a blushing brocade,
                     'plop'-ing droplets,      
                     a lilting cadence;
                                                ­       ­     
nostalgia                             
    pervading through                      
  the silver-scented      
       ­            puddles of a        
paperboat's elation;        
July evenings                              
                           and      
                                         trinkets of
                         yesterday...



.
...Tiptoeing back inside in my wet shoes
all your yesterdays
dwell in the dark
jabbing your feelings

what will you do
with your emotions
so keenly felt

yesterdays are gone
and today is hard
carrying all that memory.
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