Broken man, with broken dreams;
Filled with loneliness it seems;
He walks alone in the night;
Even his shadow has left his side;
Voices in his head is all he hears;
Life but not death he fears;
What he longs, he cannot get;
What he remembers, he cannot forget;
How life brought him this way;
Should he leave or should he stay;
Friends laugh at him behind his back;
Courtesy is one thing that they lack;
With lots of pain in his heart;
Sorrow is one thing he cannot keep apart;
So with a fake smile he keeps living;
With Nothing to take but just keep giving.
By Basheer Parvez.
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