Crippled like a one legged horse,
I gallop with my winged oars,
As the looming sunset hides the pores,
That the ferocious demon punched in scores.

Waiting in a station seated on a bench,
I board none  just stare the trains.
Lost in the crowd stuck in the wrench
Of anguish, ailment, trouble and pains.

I stress my head as the trains pass by,
Why I’m low while the world is high!
I lay so lost under the wide sky,
And my life says me a bitter goodbye.

I wait for the sun I wait for the rainbow.
An ocean to cross by no strength to row;
I bleed like a reindeer shot by an arrow,
But I hide the stains and keep them low.

~KMnO4

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