Being a slave,
the world knows that,
Making me to behave,
like a labour swot.
Ignoring my wishes,
and my fresh burns too,
Forcing me to switch,
and giving bad works to do.
Tolerating those inches,
I had done,
Climbing those trenches,
I wondered it fun.
Nevertheless screeching,
swimming the skinny lake,
Now I am bleaching,
the past person awake.
The mindless new philosophies,
had considered me insane,
Proving their abnormalities,
now are all in vain.
Stop being a slave of yourself,
which can’t gain you anything,
Start a new life with own self,
by spreading out new wings.

The world surrounds the in’s and out’s,
the truth in the authentic locus,
Millions of people move the scouts,
in order to increase their focus.
The corrupt world,
induces to follow the tradition,
Creaming the beneficial fold,
making the submerging the verification.
Contempting the placid,
that none other would do,
Blemishing the bracket,
elaborating the déjà vu.
Alteration is necessary,
and a proximate change we need,
Admitting the weary,
was a very doltish deed.
Trepidation should be removed,
the coercion it had built,
Destroying its aged bedrock,
and the selfish guilt.
Resuming the rejuvenate change,
the mutate we devoir,
Establishing the new welkin,
and the heavens we desire.
Commemorating the new holy,
we partage our obligations,
Rectifying our contemporary folly,
by deciphering our bygone praxis.