Poetry For A Cause
I feel like a detective As to suspicions I believe, Looking for the evidences And make a lot of guesses, My suspicions has got its own wings And all types of possibilities it brings, After the recent deaths in my city I don’t know why isn’t the killer feeling guilty, I feel like there is…
Up above the sky, The beautiful birds are chirping high. And down the lane the cars are moving, And in the malls and markets the bustling crowds are there. But about the beautiful life they are unaware. With no bit of silence in the day, But it is not just for today. But with full…