"How are you Promise?" my alterego asked,
"I'm fine" I replied....
Within my organization, things have dilapidated
I felt like a deserted desert.
My life seems fruitful and full
B't something is missing within me
Who are you rang in my heart
I couldn't figure out my very existence
I cried in my forest b't there is no helping hand.
My soul become adamant to my specialism
My hands are freezed with life adversity
They hardly grabbed a sword
I couldn't fight in my white field
Blue blood becomes a story in my field
I beome a once upon a time warrior.
Oh! My specialism is fading away
Like a fabricated polychrome ankara
No one to ratify my colour
My book goes empty all day
And no blue blood to split.
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