My life has become a satire,
Where the seeds cry,
The branches are dry,
An old and ugly attire,
Gloomy stars twinkle no more,
Sheer darkness prevails,
Oh! My life a jail,
Breathing, a hard chore,
Tormented wind of thoughts,
Vision drowned in the sea,
No greenery, no tree,
Minimal occupancy, maximum slots,
I’ve lost that cheerful tone,
Nothing drives me crazy,
Everything is so hazy,
How much should I moan,
If you think it’s about my state,
Oh lord! , shower some love,
Let your emotions, free as dove,
That was my pain’s angst and fate.
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