A common man dreams but the jurisdiction prevents it's dreams from becoming a reality
Every morning when I step out,
I sense the unpleasantness.
A frenzy air knocks my mind;
And stops me to think beyond.
Unsullied by anything, I returned.
And found a lady lamenting,
For unceremonious departure of her son.
I was choked and scared
As air following me
Warned me of some unprecedented.
Burning my midnight lamp,
Very often I fantasize,
That I should fight these falcons.
But the encubrance of jurisdiction,
Prohibits me in making reality.
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