The Crime is, to be sane
This asylum is my abode now,
The word is a hell on gain.
These inmates are now my kin
Let this be between, me and him
The words spoken between
Doesn't have any gleen.
I, for once, am happy with this life
The life you put me in
The food comes at the right time here
And the medicine too, in the tiny bin.
The word outside is cruel
With none to take care
Like fire and the fuel
Are having an affair.
Look there! they are fighting
The bombs and blasts
The cries that lasts
I am just happy to be away
Away from the sanity-insanity
The world of love-hate
The thought of free world-fate
Just my thoughts
In this 4/4
The chains that adorn
Wired headgear that I worn
It tingels my brain
To make me sane again
The white clad butchers come
They take my gear away
They take my chains
Make me sit on the throne
The throne made of slivers
They sting,
But not so much
As the world outside.
No! Don't make me sane
I can't go back again
The life is nice here
With the chains and my gear
The throne is nice too
Don't give my room to someone new
I would rather die
Than go out there and cry
The cry that will make me insane again
Just to be back here,
To be sane
This perpetual circle will never end
So let me end it here for you.
Beat me till m black and blue
The bruises shall never heal
And my fate it would seal.
Let me be carried to the heavenly abode
Coz I can't take this world's road.
I can only be this clear,
Let me die in peace here.
Amazing himanshu bhai 👏
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