When I was born
I was placed on the heap of hopes
Everything handed over to me was in favor of
well known societal turf
I was not free to move out of this giant clutch
Heap of hopes entrusted me plenty of remnants
of unfulfilled dreams to substantiate my clan's fame
it was increasing day by day
at the end, heap of hopes was on apex
and I lost the theme of being myself
somewhere in between, disguising for various arrays
heap of hopes sucked me on the whole
did not even left trails of my existence
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