Dhanesh Kumar

A Hangman's Moaning

Is there anyone who sees my mind,
Alas doing for the sake of a bread;
The justice perhaps may have a thousand reasons
to make him stranglehold, surmounted my knot.
That final stare varies, person to person
Often making my mind so brittle;
agonized faces many I have seen,
But so penetrating is the beaming smile!
Me the tool and he the sufferer,

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