I wonder if the moon can ever
outshine the sun
I wonder if flour can taste as sweet
as the bun
I wonder if medicine can be as
pleasant as the cure
I wonder if there’s any heart left
that’s pure.
What goes around comes around they
say,
Maybe I should just let fate have
its way.
Karma’s a bitch! So be it..
Let it come around and do what seems
fit.
Politics and hatred seem the way of
the world
Gone are the days when one could
sleep tucked and curled
Honesty and friendship, long
forgotten
In this rat race – envy begotten
There was once a room full of joy
Jealousy came by and made it its toy
The walls then fell apart
All that remained was shambles to
cart
I don’t know if it ever will turn
I believe it would need the world to
burn
For only with a fresh start
Can one restore purity of hearts’!
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