Walking down barefooted with
subconsciously trapped mind.
Eyes full of peculiarity seek no real destination.
My iniquitous heart deserves no mercy,
still anticipating for beingness.
Eternal circle of fate imparts me to the vicious world.
Remorseless souls accused me,
for the felonies I didn’t committed.
Rebuke me for worthless naivety.
Infernal thoughts mortifies my dismantle soul,
that undergoes survival.
Abiding to wickedness,
cheerless dream scares me.
Descents me to the domain I never wished for.
After all this agony,
and days full of misery.
My trembling hands still carry a heart,
that bleeds harmony.
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This poem describes the hidden sorrow of the poet which he describes against this cruel world.