The things that money can buy
The girl at last made outcries to protect her
Inside the hole of the terrorists,
In the wake of a race with the trunk of the tree
As if the side creepers never permits her to do.
She was entangled and visualized towards
The man who was running but stabbed to death.
The girl could not move for her attributes
The leaves of the trees were displaced;
In the air and the meadow underneath
In the deep seated rock for everlasting precision.
Humans dwell on earth for fraternity and love
But the girl is deviated from the social ties.
In the wake of dark grey light her appearances
Seem to be deceptive in the sense that she sprinkles
Her image in the dried rosy flower in the trodden sickles.
For everlasting reflections of light in the moonlit
In the sky to be laden bright hereinafter.
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