When I come out with hope,
I dont bother for scope,
Inspite of thinking millions,
I think of a little stuff,
that carries me through my ventures,
to relieve to engulf.
Inspite of thinking millions,
I try myself to be,
the one I learnt and earned,
the one who flies break free.
Inspite of thinking millions,
I think of what is left,
with cronicles of my interio,
I save my self respect.
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