I hear a song outside my window -
It is a song of freedom though.
Boons don't work on me no more,
curses seem deep-rooted to the core.
I am immune to flashing charms,
yet aware of those twisting arms.
I see hidden tears behind a smile
and see the fake shrouded in guile.
Sadly, what the world came down to -
A wall built between me and you.
I strongly feel and surely know -
This wall can't stay, it has to go.
We hug and keep pets on our lap -
yet widening the generation's gap!
To our parents' tears we go blind -
yet we do read our pet's mind!
Prasenjit©2022
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