From Me To Him
The world around- I hate
It pretends like a hound to me
I tried to escape from this marsh
But it ensued me all the way
He tethered me in the savage out of his control
I squeaked again and again
But he negated me,
I tried to convey it,
Directly from my soul to his soul.
But he had already closed all the doors for me
I don't have the saw
That can help me to cut the door;
Or a spare key that directly opens it.
Still waiting in the queue for the day-
When he will "Welcome" me and say
"The world is all Yours."
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