Sand Of Road

There on the side of the road, I sat,

And peace sat resting beside me.

Have some water, she asked with faith,

I felt tortured by remorse, narrate my fate.

There is a past on my shoulders,

And a future on my mind.

None of those of gifts,

The ups and downs, the fall, and lifts.

There in me lies a follower,

Deprived self-defense, self-respect.

It is immoral, imperfect, amateur too,

The picture of whom he himself flew.

There my end nowhere,

So do my fate says that all.

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