Peeping into my mind, I see a painful thought
A vision- an antonym of glee.
Cries my soul for love and peace.
The eyes of world burning like ember,
turns towards me.
A look that shows no pity.,
but scorn and hatred.
Fear and terror envelops me.
A thirst for a drop of love.
Someone smears salt in my wound.
Where is the drizzling monsoon?
Where is the August Flora?
Only April heat.
In the whips of society, my spirit aches.
A complaining spirit.
Will it make me a rebel?
Oh, Creator, make me your slave.
Take me from this perishable body.
Blend my soul with you.
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