Cracking walls and wobbling beams
Without love and without dreams
I may agree; "no place like home",
But I just can't feel at home...
Nothing pleasant at this point
All she gives is a basket of rot
Because the system just wouldn't work
More the campaigns, more the fight backs...
Each night, when I go to bed, I die
Hoping to open my eyes in the sky
Or to be reborn in a better realm
Maybe, a small country with lesser qualms
But, waking up to another breath
Triggers the deepest of regrets
Among all spaces, why this place
That dares me, right on my face.
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