This whole world
isn't inhumane, but some of us are,
And those few ones
leave on our face a dishonesty scar,
That's why it is
hard for people to believe in other's good intentions,
Coz this world is
still full of people with appalling pretentions.
But wait, we
should hold on to the rope of hope,
And should believe
in the fact that there's still some scope,
Scope of change in
the hearts of one who are doomed,
Coz a rose of
virtue in their soul can still be bloomed.
Don't you forget
there'll always be an end,
From where a new
starting will begin.
And together we
all will enlighten this world,
With wisdom and
faith surrounding them and furled.
There'll always be
a friend who will pretend to forget his work at home,
To accompany you
outside the class coz he can't see you standing alone.
Though a mongrel
strays all day in those ghastly streets,
But even he is
able to finds a pack with discrete breeds.
There are some
people betrayed by their own,
But some stranger
is always there without a heart of stone.
No different is an
old man whose love of life is forever gone,
But instead of
crying, he smiles recollecting those moments he in past cherished on.
There are siblings
fighting whole day long,
And where the
elder one bosses others coz he's strong,
But at night in
dinner when the supper is served,
He gives his
little brother the half cookie he had reserved.
Love is always
there around you and me,
We are maybe
ignorant or too naive not to see,
And this love is
not the one we always seek everywhere,
It's a love of
human for a human without fear.
No one asks for
deep affection from a paragon you see,
Even a little coo
of a dove can make anyone blissfully happy,
Though it might be
cloudy all day and sun may have not shone,
But at night the moon
comes up to convince us that we are not alone.
