the weaver of hatred heart
the weaver of vengeance mind
the schemer of difficulties in life
never feels peace inside though outside is gorgeous,
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Muse of the wicked people living among us! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I am reminded of the tangled webs we weave...While we busy ourselves working on them, we seem to refuse to realize that one day all our efforts will simply....fade away. Fantastic poem, Mahtab.
A very true notion you have shared Sir. Peace is in doing good. Peace is in helping others. Peace is in developing something new. Peace is in Distributing. Good words sir. Infact good reminder.
Nice poem to bring these people to task and condemn what they hatch behind the smoke screen. A thoughtful poem.10
Evil acts! ! ! Muse of the wicked people living among us. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.