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AWAY OF LIFE


Behind the orange-coloured sky

the sun rises amids cloudy sky

still  tensions arises

confiding the hated crises

i know it is a way of life

 

No one is able to tell

the trauma of our time

neither desribed in feary tales

of the forgotten prime times

for i know its a way of life

 

Infront of us is hopelessness

and yet behind is a red smoke

the flag bearer is full of slefishness

and yet his blood resembles the coke

but its still a way of life

 

Mother was not being wrong

though we never grew strong

the blame is all ours

but why is it never yours?

for all i know it is away of life

 

Beauty at all is find

but who is there to define

the reason for it all

but it is a fancy thing at all

because it is a way of life

 

Into the darkened walls

the sun is buried again whole

and again losses its warmth

and we will take a bath

for i know it is a way of life.

 

                           #Okelopieces

 

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Poetry is my medicine, I never treat this like a hobby..

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