why is it always?
when i walk out in day
the sun starts burning,
to melt up the crust,
shades go invisible,
playing hide and seek,
the zephyr gets stilt,
no single touch of love,
why is it always?
when i walk out in night,
the sky stars roaring,
lightning blazes fear,
thunderstorm covers twilight
clouds broke down perishing,
clearing roofs and shelter,
why is all worst with me,
is i a big moron,
never deserve being live,
is i am a subject,
stumble at no fixed point,
why do you be unfair,
when you the just king,
is never unjust with foe even.
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