Knows yours unheard sobbs A silent sounds of breaking dreams of youth Dew drops of tears Precious they are Even chinnar holding them Desperately in dears memories Sighs in dispairs And rounds of uncertainty When will garden will Bloom with flowers of Equality. Fragrance of freedom waiting for hopeful dawn ALMIGHTY do something For peace of mind And happiness of soul Life is just wasting in vain After autumn do springs come.. nothing is static Will this rule work? And when????? Hello Resties ❤️ Collab on this beautiful click by Peripheral and add your thoughts to it. PS: You can submit your clicks and sketches to us by posting them with the hashtags # rzmyclicks and # rzmysketch respectively. Highlight and share this post with others so that they don't miss it. 💫