By Deaf and blind about those differences that weren’t supposed to be held in an unconventional way.
I really felt scared and deliberated for a while to say.
Until and unless I go to school, I see a beautiful ray.
As soon as I return to my outer world, I see a poor feeble trying to drink some water but the rich
man shouts hey!!
I tried to import the social words that I caught.
But failed to export it from the aisle of my town where it was brought.
Again and again, worked hard to make it disappear.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t find some fellows that were supposed to be there.
Time and again the tall finger walks off that round face.
My fears can’t overcome to solve that huge mesh.
No matter if they had a vehicle, poor me waits for a miracle.
Still, they’re unable to make an oracle.
I am always supposed to be myself, doesn’t matter if I ride only a cycle.
The bigger one walked in to put me on, wearing a boot.
He could not even catch, while I was running barefoot.
Certainly made me realize, it’s hard for the oofy to eat the feeble’s lunch.
Of course, it’s hard to swallow an act that’s miserable to munch.
A suggestion has been mandatory, it’s incorrect to name yourself a lion.
Take it as a request or a lesson, it doesn’t take much time for a metal to be a reddish-brown iron.
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