Roaming on roads is my habit
As a white rabit
With soft white hair
Looking for cozy nooks
To escape from rays
of sun
Who ask questions?
I want to answer but scared
Answers will raise more questions
And no body will stand for me
I am not that courageous
I can curse and abuse
But not allowed to decide
Let me gather the courage
To save my spirit from sharp winds
And to stand against all the injustice
Happening to me since centuries
i am very impressed by your poem
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