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Nov 2023
The Time has come
Yet we do not see it
As we are so engrossed
In our own world.

They bleed and Cry.
Beg for food.
Yet no one sees.
As if they are Blind.  

The least one cam do
Is to have an empathy
For these victims of War
East to West.
North to South.
Written by
A M  47/M/India
(47/M/India)   
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