Oh! To have been played upon and abused by People
For his was a mind so pure and vulnerable
Endless was his journey in the desert of Agony
Never was there even a mirage of Peace and Harmony.
Fate had willed him into their hands
Cold and calculated were their devious minds
Treacherous was their evil designs
And, for them ends mattered than the means.
Whence can he seek the solace from?
For the world is in a pall of gloom
Neither a friend to wipe his tear
Nor a companion to unburden or bear.
He pleaded in vain for his deliverance
From this life on the throes of sufferance
But, resolved that he would do penance
For, he knew its always the oppressed
that are taken cognizance
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