Without Freedom

Birthed are copious narratives of the tempestuous world 

Thunders incessantly to create deep fissures around

Keeps awake the fear in so many houses where Spirits curled

Dreams are trampled in their nascent stage lay bare the wound

Distressed echoes travel to the darkest corners of netherworld

Weakening sunlight unable to defeat the persistent gloominess

Morning pallor transforms life as incessant tirades are hurled

Tottering steps and unfurled laments lead to unruliness

Blinded by the urge to usurp power and tarnishing spiritual world

Mean flashes ignite the world and expose numerous fiends’ puniness


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