The troubled moves about alone
He believes nobody understands his plight
"What bothers you ",I ask
"you will say its nothing to bother about", he replies
"You may be right or wrong", I remark
The world is against me, he says
Sullen he looks
Seeing no hope in the future he blindly possesses
Be free I say
Brother be free
Your woes may not be mine,
but it is only the carrier that suffers from the load
A new day is bound to appear once more
Cheerfulness will be restored on your graceful face very soon
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 2:01 PM UTC
The troubled moves about alone
He believes nobody understands his plight
"What bothers you ",I ask
"you will say its nothing to bother about", he replies
"You may be right or wrong", I remark
The world is against me, he says
Sullen he looks
Seeing no hope in the future he blindly possesses
Be free I say
Brother be free
Your woes may not be mine,
but it is only the carrier that suffers from the load
A new day is bound to appear once more
Cheerfulness will be restored on your graceful face very soon
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