vagaries of time
moulded me into something
that i have much ado to know myself
i see myself in the mirror
same eyes , same face
my mind is not mine
the spirit is someone's else
myself is like a tree
destoyed but still intact
roots still in earth
the tree will soon die
and so will my existence end
it seems a battle's lost
in vain did i fight for so long
whom i am to question know?
my god is still in his hood
he will take his time to rise
lets see if till that i survive
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