Anguish Of Mind Read Count : 31
Category : Poems
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In the crowd of thousands, I find my shadow, In a nameless city, I find my existence. For the sake of building a new life, I move forward with a new conscious mind, In this colony of the rich, I am cut down like a new tree. I become like a story at every turn of life, Sometimes I become guilty of people and sometimes of my own people, In every relationship, in every language, I carry the funeral pyre of my faith, I keep moving forward under the guise of spontaneity. With every breath my life full of faith is lost, O juggler sitting above, my heart also cries, Why do I remain like a stone in the eyes of the false world. Why am I cut down like a new tree in this colony of the rich.
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