Monday, ‎November ‎10, ‎2014

He is a crippled guy, he has no legs
His hands are wounded to move his trace
I can see seething reticent underneath his face
But there are no tears that surround his place
Only wicked eyes, rotten smiles and murderous embrace
He is a disgrace, forgotten vase for to get any grace
No voice to protest against this plague
What must he has resigned, still he lays in rotten garbage base
The sun that offered life to every space
It’s just another repeated annoyance to mock his restful presence
I heard him wail and well but these people are blaming for his fail..
He now rolls up like an insect sleeping to his bed ..warmthless bed..

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