Wall Wall

Wall Wall

You travel
the World

Every move
of yours

A counter-move
against you

This is
called

The Salim
World

There is
only one
job

Of everyone
who meet
you

Nail you
on the
wooden board

They come
fancy

Some with
locks

And the
others

With fancy
cars

Everyone cryin
out “Death, Death”

In hidden
coded messages

You awaking
to the
reality

One fine
day

Anarkali!

Caution: This might be all theory

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