The Curse of the
the way i am living for years
is it the life or punishment
the way i am living in a cage
where the birds chirp at morning and
evening
the way i am leaving my room to wash my
face
and take a piss beside the latrines
the way i am waiting for the sun to set
for dinner to be served in the mess
hall
the way i am washing my hands with
scented soap,
and drying them on a towel that smells
like flowers,
and going back to my room again for the
night.
AKSHR
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