to write
to speak
to see
Do you know Sam
The moments I try to catch
are failed
as you are lying there on the floor
with balls and gelpens I provided you
See the computer never me
It's a machined ruling me
the mobile also controls me
in the moments I remains stirred.
The pain in my leg
never made me feel fresh
The pain in my country
never let us to be happy
The instability ,the corruption
the slogans are making me tired
I am in search of rest and
the fake voices of humanity are shown here
I am tired
living the life of humanity
as inhumanity has been ruling in society
as a woman is beaten
in the name of "caste "
and thrown badly in the area
I am tired
against the cruelty
the brutality
exists around the scenerio.
My tiredness is my feature dear
I am tired ,I am tired.
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