I saw a man dying inside
Or say living a slow demise.
Wonder, can anyone hide
While smiling his cries?
May be it pains him
That world is no longer pretty.
More it makes things grim
That his eyes are no more gritty.
Is bondage latent?
Do feelings really exist?
Then why are people blatant?
Then why these betray and twist?
The death obvious never frightens..
In fact, it is journey joyous to abode..
But my fear heightens
Too see life inside is off mode.
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