The word.....'Reality' is written
In the busy corner
Of the society,
It creates a prolific sensation
In my inquisitive mind,
'Yes, this is the reality, '
I murmur,
It's the appropriate identity
Of the modern era,
I stare at the busy zone
For a long time;
Then......
I try hard to imagine a lonely world deep within,
But my efforts prove futile,
Because the busy sphere repeatedly hinders me,
I cry in extreme agony.
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