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a poem from heart to soul


~priyanka sethi


No matter how many times,
We understood that something was wrong,
No matter what people think,
We still choose to do wrong.

In this not so quiet world ,
We choose to live life, 
Not the one we decided for ourselves,
But the life, world thought was right.

Stop a little, 
Think a little more,
Deep inside yourself you will find a dead personality,
People dressed in black here,
They stood near a stone there,
Each one's hiding a piece of confidentiality.

Gone are the days when people protected you,
Because all they want now is to decieve you,
But be an optimist in this pessimist world.
Be a example of refulegence.

World aint a lie, people aint the world.
There is more to this plight,
So dont let the deception stop the fight. 




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