Ammunition
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All are doubts
A questions galore
Not getting proper replies
And at every step deceit triumphs

The materialistic proposals in all ways
Are getting derailed from life’s tracks
IS Love a prospective indication
Of a descending turmoil?

All unexpected happenings
Got tied to relative philosophical theories
Men though born as humans
Not able to behave like pious beings

There is just a hair breadth’s distinction
Between human values and inhuman stakes
But the braving features that stood strong behind
Are slowly on the brink and weakening our structures

When we throw a stone into the peaceful stream
Sudden tremors are likely to crop up VIOLENTLY In themes
Let us dare to face all the odds on any ground
Only to give a strong resistance to unsavoury incidents


Questions do remain static as still questions
Unless we make integrated trials to arrive at solutions
Which will fully satisfy the souls
That started shooting the sharp questions from their own arms and ammunition
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