The mighty crescent moon has become a sickle,
surrounded by the fancily dressed stars;
wants to harvest the hearts of the valiant,
to display on the banquet decor of unknown faith,
The trillions of cells in me are hungry and thirsty,
wagging my tail of foolishness to look for a Bakery,
where I can find some fresh breads, cakes and cokes,
one meal of mine is satiated, the rest are on the loose.
My hungriness has various colors and smell,
for which I can’t wash away the satan in my nostrils,
the melodious songs from the throats of the living,
and non living always expand my hunger to be stronger,
My life is not around a person who has many passions,
I am a human with a revolutionized head and dreams,
why I have to be in inconvenience as the men can’t hide,
I have to remove all these dirt of lies to shine as a jewel..
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