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Nursery Rhyme of the Ghost
By my footsteps I was led
to a man's last ever bed
after many years i paid visit
to the body of a soul, misfit
friendless even in neighbourhood
so innocent yet so misunderstood
In morality's wall, a clean brick
shoes of false kings, didn't lick
Since a true tongue has to prick
he won titles of insane and sick
His vehemence could've led him to stars
People's venom denied him of going far
they made his heart full of scars
as if he was an alien from mars
though to tribulations, he was prone
tirelessly he would serve, not moan
Despite sitting beside the grave
I couldn't pray or calmly behave
Restless to discover his name
even if many ended the same
Couldn't read words on the stone
By wind of time they were blown
But just as I thought to leave
what I saw I couldn't believe
The writing on that wall
Made me shiver and fall
Shock turned me nill
I just laid there, still
It wasn't a haunted hill
Or my father's lost will
Due to humans that had wandered ill
the corpse belonged to myself, Aadil.
