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They wanted to be accepted by all but were forced to remain aloof, 

They wanted to convert their pain into power of words, but everyone felt offended. 

Still, they carried on, 

They architect their misery into arch and fandom, 

But nobody understands them, 

Nobody looks at their words and actions, 

Nor do they comprehend the sad appearance they hide behind the jovial smile and outlook,

They just wanted to be connected, 

So, they use words to connect with people, 

But, instead of getting love, sympathy and connections,

They just receive passive aggression, 

Instead of acceptance they get coldness, 

Instead of inclusion they get excluded, 

Instead of collaboration they receive sanction,

And, instead of evolution, they become the reason for revolving revolutions,

Consequently remaining in isolation, 

Because, they are born sad, so they live a sadistic life, Till alive and aftermath-

A walking tragedy becomes the center piece of limelight! 

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy 

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