Walking tamely on a full circle
Following own withering footstep
Waiting perpetually for the miracle
Looking for a thankful escape.
Burdened by own grief and sorrow
Crowded days and lonely nights
Desperation for happiness to borrow
Wounded sternly by the inner fights.
Numb of carrying a dead soul
Virtue wins in a different story
Heading towards a lifeless goal
Filling heart with ageless worry.
Lost the meaning of right and wrong
Become a machine in this mechanical age
Forgot the root from where I belong
Living blindfolded in a dubious cage.
Sourav RC
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