Darkroom
Do not cry...do not weep,
I understand your sorrow mother,
I feel your agony in deep,
You are not the only one,
Who lost her first sparrow,
Who screamed in the dark,
Who felt the nip,
There are thousands,...
Rather millions..Like you,
Who are living in anxiety
Praying to almighty,
They want to peep...
Behind the wall...to see
How do they pack them,
How do they keep,
If I tell you my story, it'll shock you,
It will give you the creep(s),
Unarmed civilian souls
With no food...not a single sip,
Upside down,
Inside out,
Sideways...
Broken bones but they still leap,
A bleeding nose,
A broken jaw,
A twisted arm,
A dislocated hip,
Then you're granted a certificate to tell,
You’re a crazy...You're a flip
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