You don't have to worry,
And will never be sorry
For the game you play
And the shame you lay.
You say all He/She are the same
And thenext day another you tame
You never stop for one
And will ever settle to one.
You always carry a back up
Even before you break
It is neither security nor love
It is ugly lust, it is sheer dust.
You want it all and you keep none
You lose it all and assume you have won
Who's next? Who's after next?
Escape is next, the scape goat is next.
Dedicated to all the scape goats and the future ones.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
Dated: 12/11/2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I understood that who is that