Weird thoughts are something I can’t help
The imperialist glimpses of glory flash
Before the eyes of my expectant mind
And of how I was plunged into the waters
And left to die, where the dearest couldn’t find
Killed as I was
My death had no meaning
Like an odd weed in the floss
No one ever regarded my feelings
Oh! My soul is still so cross
I am but a shadow of what I used to be
But to avenge, I need my life back
Like a phoenix, reincarnate me
And let me re-begin from scratch
If not my dreams, may be it’s my life that I can fetch
The reapers do come and go
But, I stay my ground put
They admire those pastures, those rivers that flow
Which I could only see, if I got out of the rut
Oh! How I rue being such a lame duck
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