Slave


While I was walking around those grubby ways,

I noticed everyone dodging for their respected craze,

To get trapped in the hypocritic cage.

But someone was gaping around in that gloomy light,

I tried to chase the darkness and manoeuvred for that hazy insight,

But that collision never seemed to take place,

As it was the glimpse of the slave which was buried in his imaginative reflection.

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