Though the world is of beauty Ashes,
Yet, the beings made it ugly it,
It soured from sweetness,
Easy it is to show empathy,
But in continuation is sympathy.
The Land of the Sojourner has become that of a Stranger,
Confusion surrounded the atmosphere,
Hope turned a vapor that famished into the tiny air,
Battle of the fittest it became,
Yet survival is a must.
Who could dare the impossible mission,
Except one’s die another day,
But it no time to die,
However Death Equals Life,
Life Equals Death,
Afterlife nothing more.
The Pen Creative World 
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