Leaving nothing untouched
The memories, lifting or fall
Like a free soul not bind and caged
Exceptional deeds are easily forgotten
Like a bin of garbage, rubbish that stinks
The dreadful acts are hastily begotten
Like sharp and long memory of cats
Our conscience, formed in negativity bias
Never appraise virtuous works after a moment
Always fighting against the bad works of others
And never consider their robust touching comment
Be good and remember all
The old time of friendship
That love that sketched you in my eyeball
When we enjoyed the unexplainable pal-ship
Why are you getting so upset for hitting you?
Why not reward, be happy for the old love, the kindness?
Why not include forgiveness in your conscience menu?
Why showing anger, much concern over the sadness?
We were happy together and we lived
Now you are sad and don’t want me live
What a world with so much clash and fake
Remember all, counting the days of love or hate.