Rohit Sapra (7 August 1984 / Gwalior)
Why does nobody comprehend me?
My existence is almost invisible
Not even a soul values me
I am wrecked into endless portions
Have no identity
My world is weeping
As my words are struggling to find a perfect form
A perfection which my living lacks
Is how my reality has turned out to be?
I wish to pass away
Now it will be easier to disappear
None loves me
Which crime have I done?
To suffer for this long?
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