There is so much of noise in this world.
The sound of everything around me feels so exasperating.
I dwell here, hearing to the noises of people.
I feel to go away and live in the world which is more tranquil than this clamorous world I live.
The people here also live with the bitterness,
Forgetting the beautiful emotion called love.
They burn with the rage of attaining the world.
But they forget about the things that make them happy.
In search of happiness, they forget the life they are living.
Oh I live here in the awful world of desire,
Where I crave for nothing but the love.
But my soul in this world disappears somewhere,
where it fails to attain the peace I yearn for.
Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 9:01 PM UTC
There is so much of noise in this world.
The sound of everything around me feels so exasperating.
I dwell here, hearing to the noises of people.
I feel to go away and live in the world which is more tranquil than this clamorous world I live.
The people here also live with the bitterness,
Forgetting the beautiful emotion called love.
They burn with the rage of attaining the world.
But they forget about the things that make them happy.
In search of happiness, they forget the life they are living.
Oh I live here in the awful world of desire,
Where I crave for nothing but the love.
But my soul in this world disappears somewhere,
where it fails to attain the peace I yearn for.
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