A captive~

A captive in the boulevards of boredom,

Whose, anxiety has been unending path:
And the days in tedium are daily trodden,
Thou o Raheel, an inveterate talker, are captive in the boulevards of boredom.

For thou is the same every day, coming going,

And the things taking place are all
Tasteless;
Unmoved! Whether what! Now numb!
Grieves and nerves, euphoria and phobia for all, thou art cold.

Ignites thee mere, boredom’s fire,

Daily out, knocking about;
Bearing sun and its shine,
Still thou are, alas, destitute of liberty.

The captive, prisoned by boredom.

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By Raheel Shah~