What's The Value?

What's the value of this life,
where innocence cries for justice,
Where piles of lie make a heap,
and truth is covered by ill-practice?
I just wonder, to see the rational minds,
get perplexed, by lie's magical spell.
They don't know, I'm the tortured soul,
I'm losing peace but, he is living well.

poem by Nilakshi Das
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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