We scream, we scratch
We fight We cry
For a fair match
Till tears dry
Leaving us wretched
With our ego's stretched
With our ego's stretched
Whispering to ourselves in the dark,
Madness has found its mark.
There is no shelter for our emotions
We must rise above our stupendous notions
To Move ahead, leaving our pain behind
We must Gather our self to face the grind.
And do what we must
Or soon life will batter us to dust.
By Binita Jha
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