Ankita Singh 2

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The Ironic World

The integrity of yours, the sanctity of your work
Feeling of the dreams, the zest for life
Treasures of knowledge, the chance to lurk
As pin-point stays on the core of a knife

Figures of confusion, the arrow of death
Meaning's pretty clear; I am out of my mind
Strive for your soul, wander for your breath
Emotions, experiments and desire left to bind

A one dollar penny, grab it if you can
‘Coz there's life, lust and hatred
No time for yourself, no! You are not a man
The existence is a mystery, it's all wretched

No help, no aid and no assistance
Sufferance, betrayal, it's your destiny
The thought of yours, make you a nuisance
Friends are none, family has no affinity

The community is just yours- no members
You'll cry for the outcome; be alert, and be awake
Locks to your heart has no keys, no answers
If not truth, why that's always a fake?

Will take it to the next level, try till you fail
Pull thou aside, success has no limits
The road to it takes to a dreadful jail
The troll does it better, higher rank, huge digits

Compatibility absent, stability obsolete
For the first time you recognize your poise
Work on your base, fix it to concrete
The world one day will hear your voice

Match up with the universe, establish the automatic-ity
Enter the silent room, full of roaring drums
Gain confidence, strength; not pity
Take the challenge, bad spirit-good becomes

Needs of you, nothing you need
Here's the beginning of the damn Irony's seed….

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