Through the cataract societal eyes
I saw the gutters of the world
Entangled by shadows of falsehood
I wrestled with the neuroses of ours
Often in the early hours of dawn
I whimpered like a convalescent
In those half silent shivery utters
I heard the twin words 'non serviam'
Sharp and piercing was its edges
One day it hit mine eyes straight
I bled in yellow and spat in white
Blinded by arrows from within
I live in darkness of the world
With my inner light alone for help.
mashoodkk
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