Everworth the dreams to shatter like glass
Leaving everything into tears,
Remembrance of exoneration and possessing the truth
Now washed off to remains of rare.
Thought of the pebbles beneath the sea
Don't gain value until brought to the ground,
Same implies to the person who you are
Penalizing and grating the sound.
I want to be the host of this very disaster
Your Entrapment and the ruler of anger and anguish,
For you to watch the very end taking your stand
Regardless of your money, ego to yearn the fetish.
Walk into the new world of hatred
Where the money is anger,
Buy whatever you can in my world
Because you are left no more than a stranger.
-Tushar Bhakte.
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