This injected pain to see you suffer,
distraught and lonely,
when I have atleast a decent living is gruesome,
whereas we all are inhabitants of the same place called World.
I first thought money would suffice,food and shelter too,
but can it garden the broken hearts
mend homes or connect the parallel lines of the borders with spots of zero tolerance???
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