Life is a series of melancholy
It pulls you down when you're up and stares with glee
But this isn't about life itself
Cause it's just another melancholy for me
I hope and desire for the perfect world
Though no such thing, but a little love wouldn't hurt
Instead war and crimes continues to spread
While our innocent little future is burnt down to shred
Well talk about love and it brings you a smile
From sisters to brothers even from parents to child
Though tough as it is and can turn into hate
Love will come back and you need not even try
But everything's upside down and to whom can we blame?
Is it me? Is it you? Or are we all just the same?
I don't envy you if you can't see what i see
For this ain't for you but a melancholy for me...
Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan
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