From the days we lost counts
From the days we lost counts
Wining becomes inevitable and losing turned the trend.
We stay in the hut because it safe not to be hunted
Even we can't escape the month end trauma
Staying away, so as not to go astray with words around
We built all these walls around us
And hoping these will save us from the pressure.
We called it leisure because we are saved from outside
against lure and guided laws of the world.
We have enslaved ourselves from others
Choosing self above them all
individuality justified and community cut to size
Our choices were singular in a route with so many roads
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