The Welfare of the Past
Glorious times, when birds warble
Love, happiness were glittering
All the moments had been enjoyable
Day by day, I feel suffering.
sorrow, depression and night
Are my only best friends
Nothing could be evident and bright
But friendship is the real funds.
I was captured and kept in chains
Each one caused by friends
My life has become a juice of pains
Where are brothers let alone friends.
One questions surrounded by gloom and fear
Where is freedom?
Many conventions and pledges, but none hears
everything at random.
Hypocrisy is truth
Deception is faith
Life is being upside down
To be sly is faithful
To be straight is sinful.
I call out the welfare of the past
But nothing can come back
We should live the fact
And confess
The past faded away and won't come back.
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