A wrapped soul under the cover of society,

Asking numerous questions alternative to their enmity,

Nice to be taught, the word freedom,

Scare to abey, for them the freedom is only...seldom.

Soul tries to intervene a lot of times,

Gives me a break please for sometime,

Neither to talk, neither to walk,

I'm not a puppet, listen to me once, oh folk.

Everyday my heart goes away running,

Eyes are teared, why everything is ruining,

Comes there a mere thought of hope,

Puts a break on my longing emotions,

They make a ray for my upcoming situations.

Done with the crap of kindness,

All are fake masking their cunningness,

Cruelty being only their way to lead,

Not a word, just a tear of decaying seed...