Now her I am, standing in the midst of this murderous wilderness

Trying hard to perceive the vague mirror of reality

When once again in my mind it popped,

The lame personality I’ve been keeping for so long;

Reminiscing the past with a raving pursuit

Appraising page by page the course of my forlorn biography

Whilst inside me, the seed of amendment flourish,

Suckled by loads of embarrassment I can count no more

Every moment, I waste in sighs of craving,

Longing to unveil my consciousness enveloped with misery

Yearning to emancipate my heart yanked,

Incarcerated, and tortured by sleepless malice

I found myself moping in the amid of an enormous mob

Where silhouettes of people with identical creeds filled my retina

As I look around unconsciously in the certainty of the epoch,

My palpitating heart was stroked by a bullet of disbelief,

For this is the locale where Achille’s heal lead me,

The place with a mean, inhumane vibe,

The prison where faint-hearted used to dwell,

And the abode for meagerly feeble lunatics.

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