My Poetry · Uncategorized

Disaster…

In surviving no one is master,

Is not aware how to escape a disaster….

Sometimes a survival looks odd,

Is there any hand of GOD????

For many years some live with eyes filled with tears…

Some lost their own lives,

Some lost their husband and wives…

“EVERY MORNING ENDS WITH A NIGHT BUT STILL SOMEONE LIES AT THE ¬†DISASTER SIGHT”

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