What is this place?
Which I don't recognise!
These walls,
They don't let my scream get out of here,|
Good walls!
I slap them, kick them and nothing happens.
The walls are strong ones!
So I sit down to cry,
A tear or two might get this out of me.
But that doesn't happen..
I smile, with all the remaining energy!
And one day, I may die
For my shoulders have started to bleed
With all these weights
And like dolls of a puppetry show
I act however my strings are pulled
I smile, dance and kiss
Whatever the show demands
In the hands of unfulfilled desires,
Complexes and arrogance
In the name of 'perfection'
In this 'not-so-perfect' world of glamour.
My lips hurt with all these smiles
Which I don't mean!
I want to make a few confessions
Before I sit down to rest
Like the black beauty,
Ask me about my day!
About my health!
About the fist-sized heart, I have
Like everyone else,
So that I tell you,
About my headache, hair fall, and my withered skin.
And what bothers me the most is
My hollow soul
The only thing that I will carry after death
Which howls inside,
Like a wolf shouting at the moon
It demands to be loved
And when I go away
Introspect yourselves
Because the next target might be you
This world is a bad bad place, O men
Like a hungry vamp
This world feeds upon people
But not on blood
On spirit and life
And love and hope
Don't go after the moon
It's beautiful, no doubt
But it leads to darkness
Lures men to dark pits
Hold on to the bright sun
Save yourselves!
This is a fight without rules
The most dangerous!
Only the fittest survives.
Train yourselves and your children
So you may not get tired like me!
Pray for long hours
So that your soul gets the meal it needs
Make discreet charity
Feed yourself with good
Assist the helpless
Without their knowledge
So that they make prayers for you
Pack your suitcases with good deeds
Give gifts to your sisters and brothers
For giving out is much better than receiving one
Feed oneself with virtue|
Teach goodness and kindness
Speak for the mute
Hear for the deaf
Fight for those who can't
It's a bad bad world
Listen not, If they ask you to save
To spend it on fine fabrics and wines
This world is a trap
And this body, a weapon to make you it's slave
Be your own master
I am just an old man
With a warning
So that you don't end up like me!
With an empty heart
And now, I must lie down to rest.
It is about time!

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