Why?


Why?
 
Most of the labour is in vain,
All colours are fading in rain,
Creatures of holly are profane,
Tender conversations are in strain,
Relations wanna put chain,
After disaster wounded hearts remain,
Sacred love is not without stain,
The feeling of hearts goes to drain,
Firmly built ruins are needed sustain,
After fate human not appears again,
Most of geniuses are without brain,
The world pulls love's train,
Tasks are not happened with fain.
 
Jack Elixir

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