My Internal Pains are Eternal


Here listen to my story
I live in such a place were
Internal injuries are eternal.
I live were dreams woven by me are drowen for free.
I live in a society were
Extermists are dramatists
And dramatists become leaders.
Leaders are full of avarice.
And give alme just for an apllause.
Here I ask you a question?
Have you ever done it for the sake of humanity.
Think it with a pause.
Here, heard that loud wailing cry.
Understand their problems atleast try.

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