Always the wind is blowing
Seasons are changing in time;
The ants are running line by line
The bees are flying for filling hive,
The herbivorous are looking for grass
The carnivorous are hunting always;
Some omnivorous are committing crimes
Fear, horror, terror are on increase,
For all other they are causing pains
So peace like some wild is on extinction.
Muzahidul Reza
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