He moved past the point of no return,
It was a world of success,
Of hatred which could burn
It needed strength,
It needed will,
It needed strategy,
And the spirit to kill
Fake smiles and fake souls
And handshakes with arseholes
The truth is bitter
The truth is black
A stab at success means
To stab in the back
Destiny be damned,
For the damned make their own destiny
Their strength remains, the soul doesn’t
Hell remains, it’s coal doesn’t
But will he see the light?
Will take on those demons?
Will he ever triumph?
Or will it be too late?
Had he moved past that point of no return?
Copyright By Manas Gupta
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