Restless in the morning ..

When the retina welcomes the dawn;
The sky was scattered with water;
Nature is still mourning in the morning;
Feels poured in the flesh and feels pain in the heart;
The soul has been stabbed in the morning ...

But the body must walk with the time;
Political whisper still sounds vague;
The hope of the people is still helter-skelter;
The rebellious soul is covered with a silent mouth;
Nature still scattered in silence with anxiety ...

Looking to the future with mister but soul must choose;
Blowing breath is playing chess in life;
Sugar sweat of the baby wishes the welfare of life;
But there are still many thorns of uncertainty in it;
Whisper of heart always ask but answered silence and silence ...

Will it change the pulse of life, but it remains silent and cold;
Gazed at the sky still nervous with rain-filled sprinkling;
It is not yet in walking in the welfare of life;
With a prayer and praying to God it is the way of life ...

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