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the tiny ant

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It's not been a long time Since I took birth From a little egg With my brothers and sisters I don't know what's going on It's so strange world When I born,  I was surrounded totally By other robotic creatures I found them same as me My elders asked me To walk with them In a single straight line Like school children And I brought to monsters An another large world We all could see monsters Walking over us Many of us were killed I thought I'm so big But I found everyone bigger I can't see even their faces Except when they lying on floor Their steps are earthquakes, I'm getting habitual with And the smell of chemical My relatives release At the time of danger I see myself everywhere Since we all are same And we all live together  But watching my mom is rare She is only queen  With big beautiful wings And my dad is useless Sitting all day free It's the life of a tiny ant

the inhumane world

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She was just walking Cause she had no brain She was fucking insane To accept the truth And get scared or hide herself She was so innocent To understand the danger Or may be enough brave To walk alone on roads Her mistake was just one That she only wanted To set herself free From this restricted world She wanted to taste The deep love of empty,  Pleasant darkness She never thought,  Never even imagined That most horrible animal Beasts in face of humans.  Her happiness was on peak As she had almost Reached to clouds But suddenly,  A dirty rough hand Grabbed her mouth from back And pulled her dignity down Into to real darkness Her happiness was disappeared And her teary eyes,  They were yelling for help.  She was screaming hardly,  With her closed mouth.  But, no one was there to listen And a harsh hand, Groped her wrist Pushed her badly To the Thorny shrubs But the pain of thorns was nothing In front of the pain and fear Inside her jumping heart And that dark night Was the la

my little dark world, my room

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Away from all crowd And this selfish world My world is so small Just inside a dark room Where I can sit all day And can enjoy all night Though it's empty But I have my loved ones, My teddies, my diaries And my books all around It really disturbs me a lot, When anyone come in my nest. I want my room, my world To be only mine My dark little world

my father is a child

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We may call him old Or may be the one, Who always bore. But, When he hear voice of helicopter He still runs out Like a small excited child Keeping a childish heart inside He might say "Don't do stupid things" But when he start his bike He always says "Wow, what a smell" It awakens the child inside him His most cute side He might order sometimes And may be shout at times But he is the only one Who was standing beside you Who used to play with you Who took your hand When you had no friend He is my father But still, he steal sweets with me And we keep each other's secrets Still, he behaves like He is my best friend Keeping a cute lovely heart Inside his small world Yes, he is childish as me He acts cute like a child He still do childish things He is my best friend He is best father  And I might say My father is a child (by heart)

blank crowded room

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It was a blank room There was nothing inside it Just strange kinda human beings Weirdest and horrible looking men There was something at the centre Exactly at the mid of room I was sitting on that My hairs were open and scattered I was looking down on floor And screaming like hell All people surrounded me Staring at me without any movement I looked everyone  Trying to remember their faces But I remembered nothing It was a blank empty room With so much crowd around me Watching me getting mad And suddenly I woke up again I was seven or eight years old something I started to visit that place everyday Going there and watching same faces Same me with scattered hairs And than waking up again Every night, twice or thrice It was the place  Of my worst nightmare The blank crowded room

I'm normal

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Everything is abnormal But abnormal is nothing I'm normal But normal is fake I'm fake But the thing that is not normal Is nothing, doesn't even exist But I do I have to act normal I have to act fake And that's abnormal But "I'M NORMAL" Not really I have to tell my mind I have to fit it in my brain " I'M NORMAL " But I'm tired of it I'm unable To do normal things But if I couldn't How will I live? I'm dying But " I'M NORMAL " Shut up heart " I'M NORMAL " Keep quiet And laugh Fake is NORMAL Am I fake? And is it alright?