A wail of a helpless victim
From a deserted land
It reaches me... why?
Only me?
The familiarity breeds inside
The pumping emotions
That slowly arise
Again and again I hear that voice
Why it wrings my heart?
The pounding heart beats
The puffing up sweat
Whose voice is that?
It echoes in my heart's core
Thousands of questions lie in smithereens - unanswered.
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