By Deeshita Ghoshal
How is it fair,
When love surrounds few,
While others wish upon,
A luxurious dream as though?
How is it fair,
When soulmates unite,
While others wonder,
If theirs died?
How is it fair,
When some have another to dote upon,
While others fight wars,
And come home to a broken Rome?
How is it fair,
When a portion of them,
Get all the sun,
But the others none?
By Deeshita Ghoshal
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