My mine

DESTINY IS NEVERLAND AND NEVERLAND IS DESTINY.
PEN-PROLAY.
INK-ANANYA.





 My mine 

We were born without any chain,
and we grew up with a stormed brain,
Water, soil, light and air,
the greatest gift to us by nature ,
we had the faith to live and to love,
but all are faded and we have nothing to have.

We had the dream to sing and to dance,
suddenly all  became distant,
giving without any chance.
we had the words and melody to make own song,
but drifted we all are,  for long and long.

We had the heart and we had tear,
but we replaced them with unknown fear.
today we have nothing and nothing any more to be lost,
but still we wait to be freed from the ghost.

We have empty stomach and dreaming to be better,
we dream to be the slave again  to make reality far ,
We have the love and loving to be raped ,
and to save our life  we are being slaved .

We have the pain and we welcome it again,
To feed our children , we spoil our grain.

Why do we live and why do care ?
When we know the reality ,
             for us

Nothing to be lovely and fair !

THANKS.
S.V.O  

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