Free to walk and move around
Talk and stay at different places
He is like a bird who wishes all of it
But reality pinches him hard
Clipping his wings to bits
Simple living he prefers
A prayer he wishes to be heard
Like a flower bud, he is looking forward to that dawn
Knocking every door hoping to be welcomed
But this chaos that he hates follows him everywhere
A parasite sitting on his shoulders has already created ripples and tear
How can he stop this, although everyone says that time will prove its worth
No one listens to him (Peace) when he tells you are the sole master and he is just a compere.....
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