Caught In Between
It's hard for me
To cross the river.
My one leg is tied with roof
One is not.
I don't even know
How to turn left and right,
Or rotate on my own axis.
My mind like a ginger-counter
Crossing one leg is a bitter punishment.
Like a prisoner's of war
Do what have told you.
I am tired doing like this.
Love dies at the end of the bridge.
For I am caught in between
Girls and me.
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