the brutality of world

by Harry

Submitted by kratik lodha

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(A child talk to her mother and she is showing the brutality of world…along with some hope that everything will be fine…..)
(Then the child write this one.)
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World where the mans are standing with their sniper,
I turned to my mom and just playing the piper;

All are here to dominate their power and pride,
But they don’t know they are making this world elide;

When i look in her eyes she leaves me in surprise,
That how can anyone be so patiently wise;

She said…..
When our shadows are taller than our souls,
It ia time to give a hang on our goals;;

The time is passing and it will persist,
And you can’t hold it by quenching the fist;

But the morning will arise having a new trust,
Putting all the way down that old ill dusk;

When i look in her eyes she leaves me in surprise,
That how can anyone be so patiently wise;

And she said….
Give a stop to the thought that makes you ill,
And why don’t take some rest in field of daffodil;;

When i got to the door of heaven,
There I hear symphony of bethoveen;

There I see how people are bound to freedom,
and still they can’t do escape their boredom;

When i look in her eyes she leaves me in surprise,
That how can anyone be so patiently wise;

So she said….
Take a chord as long and make a piece,
If you don’t know then just try atleast;;
Coz’ this will give you what you are looking for……..;;;

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