The dancing tears
I am who I am,
In the shades of roofs I walk,
To the walls I talk,
All day long I work,
With heavy heart I mock,
The iron bars so abstract,
Now it feels unnecessary to dress,
All the efforts I put,
At the end I look at the foot,
So long I moved,
Yet not reached where I feel I should,
Millions of crying souls I hear,
Those clenched deep with fear,
No voice they have,
Obviously! What will it pave?
Thick is the infinite boundary,
Stuck in food and laundry,
Enough so far I have said,
I hope this thoughts doesn't gets raid.
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