heaven showed a gloomy mood as I asked a permission to get in.
No grudges, had a glitch of isolated mob with fonts similar.
with the fear & gloom of getting in or out of the gate,
we hold hands to shred the scene of being unfamiliar.
had they made us stand for some more wait,
the most familiar of unknown faces had wackyness of blue..
the social animal had socialism carried in eternity,
just the pose of expression changed.
now the fear had glimpses of getting parted,
the entry gate had question mark of no real face..
only the mob at the gate of heaven made it understand
the searching heaven in hell with social glare...!!!
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