In south lies the crescent moon,
Floating dexterously on the cosmos' starry lagoon,
Staring at earth in full brilliance,
Making all of it's spectators, feel in trance.
The silhouettes of human society cock overhead the slumbering earth,
Esprit couches shadowy, adverse the enkindled hearth,
Concord enshrouds terra firma with dense ligature,
While divergence roams, inquest for nonchalance in human's nature.
Peace slithers beneath the streets,
Among the houses, under the lamp posts, everywhere, amistice hits.
Accord is an unsang transcendent subjugator that hinders the isolated society,
It is a patronizing metaphorical entity that brings humans' sodality into deep harmony.
Yet, unbefitting all the imperturbability, roams hostility,
Underneath silence screams humans' careless cry,
An urban jungle concealed under the darkness of silence,
Obscured, yet, made legends out of its absence.
Man's vague notion furnishes it's fallible polish,
It brings the world an amalgam of both allure and blemish,
It cultivates tradition and culture, intertwining the past, present and the future.
It, then, just goes to show 'change' and 'difference' is the blood of human's nature.
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