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Weed

The devil snickers,

Cruelty all around.

Humanity has gone into hibernation.

No rhythm

Save diabolical sound.

All humane feelings are sinking deep

into quicksand of greed,

There is no face only mask,

Human heart is getting wrapped in

colourful weed.

◄ Wounds are sleeping here

Riddle ►

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<Deleted User> (19836)

Wed 29th Aug 2018 11:41

Very profound! Definitely one of your best!?

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AVISHEK GHOSH

Wed 29th Aug 2018 09:56

Thank You all for your relentless support and inspiration. Your comments always encourage me to write.

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Taylor Crowshaw

Tue 28th Aug 2018 23:17

Avishek this is a powerful piece of poetry.
Excellent ?

Big Sal

Tue 28th Aug 2018 19:25

Liked this one a lot.?

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