Felt a cold circular opening
Where rest my head
Under persistent trembling
'All you've got' he scolded
Damped due profuse sweating
Doomed I became a patient
Toh toh! ! In the air
Thought I'd given up the ghost
Confined in fangs of fear
I believed death was the host
Why so unfair?
Possibly non did I offend
Now entangled in arms of debts
Internal bleeding a benign exchange
Still about to clear my doubts
Of who was behind the rage?
Too late for a vindictive culprit
An innocent criminal
Incriminated by hardened free criminals
As I got forced in an unprepared truce
Twisted I thought of the trudge
Inflicted by the unexpected battlers
Though naked, luck my third name
Barely struggling to stand
In mud I got stamped
An innocent new look
My thanks for all I lost
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