::- Inside the dungeon -::
I live with shadows,
Cramped hard in dungeon,
With melancholy silence
And with my ugly truth.
It's hard to face the world now,
It's hard replying numerous mouths;
And so, here I am left in dark
To face my own shouts.
I shout in here,
Amidst melancholy silence
And pray to Almighty sometimes;
I need solace,
And thats all I ask for,
Neither pity, nor favour.
It seems, I have been here forever
Locked in silence for my sins,
To face my truth alone,
With no hope to see the sun again,
And to die infinite deaths,
Before the real execution.
By-Vinod
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