I'm not a song to be sung,
For me, life is always hung,
Between need and greed..
Knew not, fame to breed,
Entangled not ‘tween caste and creed,
Whereas, I also keep the tongue,
The human mind is the human folly,
The human mind is the angelic holy.
Something buzzed, something rung,
"Princely born, Priestly adorned, followers of moon,
Changing mind, always find, ye moony- swoon,
Ye the killer of humanity, ye the savior of humanity, "
Soil under my feet forced me to flung,
Dumb and deaf, unconscious and lost
Someone whispered, "Ye failed to heed"
Ah! I'm not a song to be sung,
For me, life is always hung,
Between need and greed,
‘Tis the truth, yet, a dream, indeed..
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Yup, indeed! every human has the choice of right and wrong, God has given us the free will, great message Aftab bhai :)