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Let us search for inner voice, it makes more noise
we hear no sincere call, that takes to down fall
There is always continuity, we the human beings offer best quality
the nature too has offered us fineness,we hear and obey the truthfulness
the soul always guide and does not cheat, it leads you to perfection and meet
all we want in earnestness, Leave trail behind for others to trace
The final time is destined, whether you remain inclined or declined
it is for us to make it light in life, even though it may be as an edge of knife
Come and read between the lines those are the fruits of sleepless night With aching hands, Boiling mind dripping with blood glowing as light The pen scratching, some truth on the round glove white In the wish to balm your scares left on your heart. To sooth your worries and wash your confusion He dives Deep to the bottom of the ocean, man, just to make you smile, When you are down, he lifts you up, When you are up, he celebrate you, Words are nailed To make a garland To spread scent on your heart to inject more joy in your life, Come, read between the lines, Growing and advances, Innocence left stranded.. No freshness no truth around Hovering and hanging only black cloud, Words are now poison Minds are full of pollution Glances now looking the weakness, Wicked naked vulgar the strongest, Wishes lost wings and... died What a happy you celebrating your winning while I'm searching for a crack ... or cave to hide.
The clock was ticking It made sound of striking Both arms moving with long space Competition to reach out in race It is closing at last moment Both arms are struck with no movement The expiry is over with no sign of revival It is confirmed there is no more survival The body is laid for rest It served till the last with its best The life span was spread over years Now no more sound or voice to reach ears It has no relevance today Two arms are not crossing the way They are stuck with as they are The distance is increased to remain very far The clock will be thrown and body cremated The goodness will be remembered and narrated The nice and noble work to remain in memory Now there is no concern or worry