Shattered bonds besides the broken knot
Shroud of emotions bearing tattered spot
Standing in chaos as to nowhere to tread
Distressed mind and the steps distraught
Bartered relations with one a many stuffs
Still can’t gauge what I left what I brought
Charlatan’s the life the world quite untrue
Feebly I merely stare the treacherous plot
I can neither protest nor pursue to defend
If I tryst to then they will brand me a bigot
Even if I effort to erode off the dirt n’ dust
Still the gore within will gush to form a blot
Too many an arm rose against my identity
The battle of existence I have firmly fought
Still the reflection n’ detour of my persona
Infinitely voice of me being a solitary naught
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