I was the brave one
He is afraid, he said
To get involved
To give in
To take on the mantle
To yield to temptation
I concealed my faith
In hundred queries
In fiddling with shredded tresses
In following him to his door
The puppy from the streets
He is afraid he said
To feed the dog
I got used to hunger
I am the brave one.
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