From your unyielding prestige
That made you abortive
And you turned into a nefarious sculpt.
From your morbid thoughts
That made you an introvert
And you became a virulent foe of your own flesh.
And rectify your delusions,
To glow again.
And wipe off the smog from your eyes,
Chase the overrated world
To be a paragon.
And don't muddle yourself anymore
A gleam of hope still remains, therefore,
Wake up! Take up! !
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