Category : Poems

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Now look at the world with a scale in its hands;
The same world that borrows
But never it lends.


Was I evil since the day first?
Or have I become the outcome of world's never quenching thirst?

I'm a victim;
Victim of circumstances.

I'm a disable around whom the world dances.

The world itself turned my innocence to ashes.

And the only love I got
Was given by the lashes.

I'm a victim;
Victim of circumstances.

I'm a disable around whom the world dances.