I was born..
For better days.
For sober ways.
For discreet wisdom..

For unbiased love..
For containing sorrow.
For escaping tomorrow..
For trapping happiness.
For reflecting tranquility..
Did birth answer my queries?
Worn out gets the mask filled with flurries..
To fear tyranny..
To smear uncanny..
To resist pursuit..
To travel novice..
Right from peeping through the crystal womb..
Until the way into a silent tomb.


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