Innocents stay muted,
Their honour amputed.
We stay low,
While the bombs around us blow.
The takers never become the givers,
That’s how inequality prolifers.
The shy is considered to be weak,
But the light never fails to spread through a creak.
It’s a conjecture of those fools,
Who use emotions as their tools.
None can control the tides of time,
Weakness can be moulded into strength sublime.
Thus rise for it’s not the horizon you desire,
But the limitless sky that awaits your fire.
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