In a life, people make you confuse.
Until, you do not learn to refuse.


Refusance is the only way to get you.
Life hangs your identity, that's true.

And, if you don't know, how to refuse.
People are there, to make you reuse.

To speak out, looks not good, but it's right.
And it refrains you, to not feel plight.

Plight is nothing, It just kill your intent.
Forces you to leave dwell, & use of tent.

Life get wound, humanity get raped.
Those who lives in tent,...