Through the pangs of reality, the pains you undergo, the frustration you develop from all the ever-prevalent materialism…….

Be cursed the moment when I left my home,
Be damned the dream which took me to life,
with only the quibbles and endless strife,
the tizzy of pains ,
the mindless bargains,
the hopeless road,
to sinister abode,
the daunting creatures lurking in mind,
trembling your heart ,making you blind.

Every dawn, bringing a hope,
from abyss of loses ,
a drop of scope.

Struggling, fighting and praying to thou,
Be damned this world, where can’t see thou,
Hopeless is world ,endless the pain,
where survival is goal and money the game.

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