Cruelty in the world is dancing Like the iridescent lights in the bar. Like how "one man's goat is other man's meat". One's man's sweat has become the other man's gain. The geometry of motion of the world is towards placing ourselves between a hard place and a rock. When my quill felt low, your opalescent eyes Soaked me with hope of revolution. ©Sharath Jonnala This is poem I wrote when I saw a page coping others work. (plagiarism) #wu #writersunplugged #writer #Poetry #poem #depth_incribed #raindrops #igpoets