A breezy morning.
The rain is falling.
The surrounding is soothing.
It is another Friday morning.
An extra ordinary morning.
As anger is arising.
And hatred is blooming.
The evil is lingering
No space for sweet hearts
No chance for the culprits.
No mercy for the criminal.
There is no such thing as tolerate or compromise
in this Friday morning.
Every thing is burnt to ashes
Nothing left
There goes the Friday morning.
Where insensitive people keep on complaining
Where disrespect people keep on torturing
Where these people keep on abusing the piece of shattered heart.
Every thing happens...
On that breezy Friday morning.
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