People people

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There was pain in my ankles
But still I walked.
There was cough in my breathes
But still I talked.
My pace was slow
The pain refused to low
My speech stammered
The was wind eating my words.
'What a lazy animal', they laughed
'What a mangy soul,' they laughed
'But..', I coughed.
'Wait..', I coughed.
They see, they hear
But only to things
They want to bear.
The next day
Their tongues say,
'Poor soul, rest in peace.'
'I wish, we could help
When you were in need.'
(silent laughs)

// Hell to this world.//

- Chanchal 

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