For my country, my pen writes today
Scribbling thoughts my lips refuse to say
Karma unincurred, for which we are forced to pay
Where we made our beds, unfortunately we could not lay
Our average youth is marred...
Anger is a sin,
It shows one’s weaknesses.
Anger consumes the mind,
Makes one subject to regrettable spoken words and actions,
I hate to be angry,
Anger is my own cross.
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One by one, we calmed down
But our unrest was clear
Our faces never lost their frown
We knew the end was near
We've been bystanders for far too long
Watched bad deteriorate to worse
We'll find and again beat...
Afternoon beautiful people,
Ever came across the idiom ‘burning the midnight oil, or candle’?
It means staying up, mostly at night working; completing necessary tasks and it strongly supports Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's quote;
The heights, at which...