The world so soaked in gory blood and violence...
Dormant lies the virtues of love and benevolence..
 
Cacophony of deafening debates and discussions.. 
Have choked and silenced our inner expressions.. 

There is an inner voice which impregnates the apodectic soul to have the right to write what truly is our creation
About tales of our simple lives, crafting joys, trials and tribulations......

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