The Soul labeled Me
A being you may never perceive
When you walk along a busy lane
A spirit treasuring a million fresh views
Waiting for its seconds on the celebrated pedestal
Fascinated ridiculously by a starless skies
Impressed by Science’s feats and Eminem beats
Dismayed seldom by incessant defeats
Irritated deeply by slow system boots
A bit of impatience embedded in its roots
Austerely critical of people shedding a tear
A spirit so buoyant so tired of its mood swings
Waits tied virtually with phobic strings
Trying hard to flee its cages to the stage of Fame
Positioned here labeled with my name
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