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Feb 2018
Covered in the manure of expectations,
chained in the shackles of social approval,
I lost my identity long ago.

And every moment,
I had been so ******* myself,
to stand justified rightly among others.

Life has been nothing but an unbalanced equation,
I failed inevitably to find the correct coefficients.

Treated me like a beast in a cage, so tamed,
valued my happiness on the wage I gained.
Forgot the gems that I had inside me, sustained.

But this was not my fault, I swear,
it was you who maneuvered the spear.
to lock my dreams, for they were surreal.

Your lessons of life are dead, as you are
They are nothing but brutality above par,
Now I realize it, late, let it be
I won’t be your puppet anymore,
like you found in me.

The fire inside me has not extinguished so far,
I am writing my own terms with your tar.
My rules will bloom like the nightshade,
amidst your darkness, it won’t fade.

I won’t stand latent tortures of yours,
Clarity and freedom, my source,
Enriched with hopes and dreams, of course.

While you go
and find your next prey,
I am here
with a challenge for you…
When you will capture one
I will free two….
slavery
Shobhit
Written by
Shobhit  23/M/Banaras
(23/M/Banaras)   
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