Sittin at the corner-—
I am nothing but a mere observer.
Letting my eyes to do the work of a hunter.
Finding interest in any thing that my sight got entangled.
Falling deep and deeper in the world of scrutiny.
❝Who is the friend?❞
❝Who is the enemy?❞
Who's real infront and even behind me?
These are the perks of being onlooker—
I've seen a lot of lies.
And with my formidable ear—
I've heard a lot of anguish and cries.
And the more I know—
The more I engulf in sorrow,
The more I see the expression of woe,
The more the secrets I've got to borrow.
The more I hate— these eyes of me that likes an owls'.
