Today my pen halts;
Every failure devours me,
Those monsters frighten
My pen at night...
Snatch away with their
Bloody hands my heap of papers.
Wastage exists on Earth
For years & years;
My pen become a part
Of that wastage in graves.
I cry out in vein amidst
Innumerable paws & claws.
Awaiting a Millennium
When I will dare to ply
My pen to create a beautiful land
For the masses to live in.
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