Locked
Trisha Sharma The conscience is locked up and the key is lost, Due to which every man has become worst. Since it has been difficult to distinguish between good and bad, Our mother earth has turned to be sad and sad. It is wistful to hear, A murderer to murder without any tear. Astonishing it is to see a bungalow in the East, And a beggar begging in cold mist. A sweet and innocent soul gifted by God, Is whipped by people through intense roughshod. No shame and mercy in a man, Who never thinks of before raping a woman. Love , affection, emotions are words found in dictionary, Which people had once thrown out from their own memory. Disgraceful to see a man’s hatred for one another, Although they are only responsible for such a reason further. I wonder where is the key to unlock our conscience, Which can bring goodness in just a catch sight. Only I want is the people to find the key with full try, So that our mother Earth can forget to cry. *Student, Hons Semest...