In this ruthless world, people have cold hearts.
I remember how parents taught us to benign,
But I wonder was that really right?
Nurtured with the principles of kindness and helping hand,
Now I witnessing the cunning hearts and callous minds winning the paths.
Should I feel glad or pity for possessing a compassionate heart?
There goes on a turmoil within my mind day and night,
Do I need to stay the way I was once told or embrace the crafty routes?
The heart whispers to remain composed and calm,
But the dynamic mind yells, there is no space of benevolent souls.
Right and wrong have no space on the plate of world,
Only the ones grab the spotlight who change with the demand of shores.
It is nowhere wrong to state; today right is what a powerful man says!