Literature of the
world
Wounded, hurt...
Operas weep,
Sense engrossed in the
narration
Pain becomes the
healer.
Dying mind, history’s
only hero.
People who fight, put
behind the bars
In worship-cages,
locked for good.
Dearth, horror,
scarcity re-appear into the fore
Poverty, a permanent
guest, hoists richness
Insanity, which is
beautiful, mesmerising, becomes ugly
Weapons re-surface as
the only truth
Imprisoned fighter, banished
in the pages,
Wars and destructions,
followed with awe
With utmost care, and
sincerity
Bought and sold
Flawlessly, all over
the world.
Operas re-weep
Literature re-wound
Senses drown
In the mindful, elite
entertainment
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