Colour of my sky
If Life exists in alive,
Dreams die in it,
If alive has Confusion,
Sometimes clarity drives it,
Alive has only two ears
Hustle of Multiple opinions exists
Hunger to live all dreams
Then pressure of society kills
Humans: Emotions and Thoughts
What’s the point of living in such a situation? If we put ourselves secondary and other people as primary in our life. At the end of the day, we have to face ourselves?