Am no longer a swimmer



Am no longer a swimmer,in the ocean of dreamers. An overflowing ocean,which never gets dry,for human tears are its source.



An ocean of its kind,where it's inhabitants are exhausted, from pressure of the universe. Densely populated by deaf and dumb whose minds are clogged.



An ocean where expressions of one's feelings is a crime and prohibited, an ocean where pains and sufferings are are a norm and lifestyles too. An ocean full of blame games,where regrets are one's daily bread.



Am no longer a dreamer of transformations and changes, but am now  transformed ready to be a changer of the world, a contentment character working on making a world a better place for every human. 

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