RAGS
Life is in rags now,
Fearful silence and dying walls,
Shrieks of bats in the form of terrorists,
Corpses, explosions, bullets,
Moaning of persons,
Pyres of idealism and humanism,
I doubt,
In which era we are living and going
dr. ram sharma
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