I came on, as like as others
I do my job comparing others
I always see the success of other
Waiting when i will be more than others.
The factitious thought adhere
The facile victory wreathe.
Its an gew-gaw which made me illusive
Even after i am force to believe it.
I want to eschew the course of bad
But i am chewing it as an fact
Where there is stasis of my feelings and thoughts
I will never be out of such toils.
My feelings and thought averse to any change
Nolens and volens says i have to be
But my legs are snare in my mind
O....! My father where are you in this time.
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