It shall grant no time to recover
But go deep to find safe shelter
Number of reasons doesn’t pacify
The inner revolt is unhappy to satisfy
Whole of mind is troubled
In wrong direction it is led
Sometimes you feel lonely
Alone in Island to suffer heavily
No direction is visualized as an escape
There is absolutely nothing in store as new step
The words of people directly pinch
It rattles mind as if hitting with punch
It finds no peace of mind and rest
Person finds no peace of mind or retires as best
I have decided to keep mum
Keep all the activities at minimum
Nothing should strike adversely
This will be best as I thought it wisely

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