In One Line
I wish to write one line
A line amazing to pierce hearts
Line that can convert hearts
but i found it impossible to write
One line has been written by many
Yet the world is same
Nothing has changed
Infact situations have grown worse
Through out it's voices of corrupts rules
It's sound of crime heard
Everywhere the air of distrust swipe
Fake love floats on tongues
Wrapped in wrappers of sweets
In them poisons of hatred and jealousy taste
A death of morality is on high
Sweets of poison have started to show its affects
Air of happiness left us with the moving air
Making space for filth to fill the vacuum
Minds have been converted into thrash
Then how will my one line get space in the hearts
Though however hard i try to write a master line
Nothing will change
kalpana's imagination
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