Being a inferior soul
It's hard to bear the pain
In front of the ugly society...
As,
I am not allowed to -
cry & laugh
When i feel to do it
I am not allowed to -
pray the God
Which I designed for myself
I am not allowed to
learn the subjects
Which I liked to know
I am not allowed to -
live in my own
when I know my style
I am not allowed to
be fool,
when I love to be fool
Even
I am not allowed
to love -with
Whom I really loved
The bloody society
tied me in its
useless culture & custom..
Being a inferior soul,
My urge to burn the
bloody society,
remains in my dream.....................
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