From skin, to soul, same sacrament
Man lives, the faith, of his destiny
Life is, a lie, that we invent
To cut, to size, human glory!
Man is, the threshold, of his dream
And of, the labors, of his quests
In social slavery, we redeem
That fear, of faith, life manifests!
We dare, transcend, ethnic bloodline!
Since moral vows, sin’s paradigms
Both unify, to the same doctrine
“We are, our histories’, pigeon-holed mimes!”
How’s it, to be, a conjecture
Our truth, believes, and myth revives
Beyond beliefs, we manufacture
We Are The Prisoners Of Our Lives!
© 2018 Vikas Chandra
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