War itself is a natural disastarcalamites come
leave their scars
generations to come
by-standers know
a little of
the broaken hearts
Hatred takes its own toll
to get subside
Nature is jealous
to support the tender
it flourishes from the buds
Hatred tries to peal off
the buds
the flowers aside
but how many have learnt
the rising sun
it gives you a new hope
patience is what at the test
most of the time to come
jealous gives you nothin
it chokes out oxygen of life
But how many
young hearts
with their energies
will make a sense of it
whether the wait is endless
but what is the end afterall
How many young hearts
will ever realise
And come of their affiliations
Nature give you all
and its you who have faulted her
But how many
will ever realise
with their energies
at full stream
But why to put
this energy
in hate
Love is good
Let it have a chance
But how many will ever realise
Before disaster
proves all of us
on the rong side
But how many will ever realise
with their energies at their sides
source inspiration: neha c'.s space
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