The eternal complexities of another day is opening through the windows
The whimsical mind started to evade the thoughts from one to another
All are not pleasant
Never had the grit to stand up against the injustices
Bounded by the fabricated social propaganda my voice has lost its strength
The soul has been wounded by the atrocious presents.
I didn’t tell them “No”, I was afraid.
“Everything they did in the name of their faith is not a good deed”.
The world belongs to you and the one you are surrounded.
I was help less.
I was afraid, ashamed.
My voice never came out, and my silence has been misinterpreted often.
The voice will find the new soul a strong, loud and honest soul.
Till then i am dead, Murdered by the bogus society.
I am dead and I will be ..