29th, March, 2011
Every dawn its history echoing,
To step out, my heart is lamenting.
Feel a pang of pain on my shoulders,
Like I have been dragged with boulders.
Unfriendly faces, antagonism at heights,
An abode, I enter where I feel I’m devoid of rights.
Obscurity and darkness cloud my head,
Every day it’s the same, depression unsaid.
Is it the Unintelligent and mindless work?
Or my lack of interest that makes me shirk?
With much exertion I push through my day,
The smell of my home, gives me a happy ray.
But ceaselessly, the morning brings this spasm of pain,
Strips me of my senses and makes me go insane.
Powerful enough to stamp my idiosyncrasy and my ethic,
Alter my temperament and brand me pathetic.
Writhing in inferno, every day in agony
Gasping for happiness, fuck the money.
Hundred better things are plausible, if not for these chains,
Earnestly waiting to be unconstrained of these pains.
Waiting for the day, the last day in these manacles,
The day I fly breaking off these shackles.
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