Lofty dreams and heavy heart
all their laughter kept apart
women 'n men are chasing dreams
some like me are yet to start...
what I see are prison walls
master of puppets n walking dolls
war rooms, meeting rooms, IT hubs
priceless vases in empty halls..
caught in the darkness I fail to see
vision of a man, erect and free
centuries passed ‘n nothing changed
with me still wondering: 'to be or not to be'?
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