The Fate Of Paradise

The time which tests our mind and morals.

The time which takes millions to the funerals.

The thing which makes us apart.

It's the fate which makes us a part.

Many are unfortunate of this ending.

Such many innocents are also pending.

No one can give us a second chance of life.

As we are walking on the edge of the knife.

The Mother Earth, is thus, healing herself.

As the traffic is stopped and vehicles are ignored itself.

"I could make you as beautiful as before."

"Why are you killing the lives, therefore?"

"There are many innocents who could be your serf."

"Please help us as we live in your erf!"

There should be no darkness of the 'thing',

There should be all win and sing.

If anyone suffers only the sinners.

But not the poor, doctors and the real winners.

This dangerous thing can erase the existence of life.

Then who'll be there to know what's paradise?