There were days that haunted Grievance turned out of desperation Neither do I spoke - nor my hands took an action The moment when mind doodled random pictures of the worst scenario With the frozen eyes and sunken heart stood me amidst the hopeless wretched crowd Being one amomg them resembled being a mere mould of mud- without the God's fine touch A single step of mine would have made the change Aghast!getting into that was tough My eyes witnessed that one last breath I dont regret anymore Because I too learned to be a puppet Played by someone somewhere!