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God! I’m weak and breaking down!

Spare me from taking any examination,

Feeling that I’ve become a fully clown,

You can save me from this devastation.

I’m too weak; I can’t bear anymore,

Tell me, how long I need to compensate?

I found myself as a page that I tore,

Never turn again back to the old state.



Poor guy! You’re left here to suffer,

Struggle hard, but finally you’ll die!

Fate less! That’s why so you differ.

No one will console when you cry.

God! My back has touched the wall,

‘My feeble prayers!’ these are my all.