A Story Of Seclusion

The world is a stage
Where perform actors of different age.
Here, each and every animal struggles for existence
Such that one tries to prove one's dominance.
I am a poor soldier
Who often gets defeated in the war.
Survival of the fittest??
But I say demise of the weakest.
What more can I expect from this fragile "ME"?
A worthless creature yet bonhomie.
Eventually, life has given me an ultimatum.
The need of the hour is to keep mum.
For all my sins, I atone.
Now, in this stage, I reside alone.

Sumedha Biswas
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