My actions were such that I myself gave the way
If my wing was taken or I gave it away
When devil came I was already petting one
The one I was shouldering could give him a run
I build the way for the Karma to my gate
Knowing special feed was the devil's advocate
Defended the dark for the longing of some light
Light was left but I was always right
Thought was right in every conundrum
Devil started the race by beating a drum
Race to my abode is what I was told
Hell was the destiny and I was in his hold
Thought I was petting, he was under control
But this was his play and I was just a role...

_ Richa Tripathy
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