Music is everywhere
It's in the crippling of birds
It's in the flow of wind
It's a melody to hear
To cry of a new born
It's in the beginning of new life
With melodious cry
Music is the medicine
That always seems to heal
Whenever we feel alone
We just started to listen music
As per our taste
And with music
We start to tap our feet
And
We like the way music makes us feel
Music always tells many different stories
And the stories are for both old and young generations
Some music have power
Of motivation
Or
Of making us strong
Making us believe our own selves
It's work like a medicines
Which can heal all alone
And It's a medicine
Which we can found easily too.

Tongue has
Power, it can
Make death or life happen. 
While using the tongue, one should be 
Careful 
Give life to others by showing 
Love and caring, that is
The way to live 
In peace

Beneath kind words lies,
Silent strings pull hearts like thread,
Shadows weave their will.

"
The light we dread on the path we tread,
Scorched by the morals we misuse.
Misread the darkness, our hearts distressed,
Mocked by the values we choose,
Led astray by the prophecies of disharmony.

Heralds of the Righteous, deaf to hideous cries,
Sombre pleas linger, unseen in the abyss.
Angels seek refuge in hell from our treachery,
Watching disdainfully the absurdity we create,
While Demons, now praying for salvation,
Witness the tragic fall of humanity.

Instruments of war masquerade as peace,
Tormenting the innocent’s fragile ease.
A nation built on unity’s roar,
Now silenced by the lies of the false majority,
As citizens, evicted by leaders once upheld,
Fall victim to the very mother they served.

The tranquil ocean of individuals,
Swept away by the puddle of atrocities.
The gavel of justice hammers the innocent,
While the illustrious clowns, adorned in lustrous lies, roam free.
As avatars of Themis fall to Eris' tempting kiss,
Our heroes, once righteous, now stab us in the back with monarchic bliss.

While the poor laugh abundantly at their chains,
The rich weep for sovereignty that wanes.
Failure is the epitome of success,
While schools terrify us to death,
Teaching the race between ending a valuable life
And the finish line of a hollow diploma.

Yet in hallowed halls, they preach dismay,
As arguments and debates suffocate the air,
In this world already choked by toxic despair.

The masks of leadership conceal deceit,
As false ideals march beneath victory's flag.
And when the hands that build also destroy,
Philosophy, once pure and guiding,
Now teaches Angels the art of demonology.
"
-Klausyuer: The ****** Poet