By Nik Rajput
I keep my back of iron.
I am an effigy of silent clay.
Once upon a time I too
It was a gift, today I am useless.
someone shoots someone does love
I am an accident in my own life.
leaving the colony of love
I am living in the street of hate.
teddy bear for someone
So I’m a toy for someone.
I am under wine and God
I write my situation everyday.
used to die on one face today
I live like a living corpse.
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