Continuing again, the fifth part of the poem (excerpt from one of my longer poems) -  

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Now these days 

Living different lives with different people

Crossing the waves of pandemonium 

With an inner emptiness 

And nights with twisted dreams

We have a belated panic attack every day

Now these days 

Burdened with an inheritance 

That brings a culture, a heritage, a system 

And so many other things

It’s like a coffin we are forced to fit into  

Coffins that make us run on 

Unfamiliar, unknown, rugged land

These days 

A book in our hands 

Encumbrance upon our back

Living the life of someone and

Longing for something else

(From my poetry collection, “Always in Transit”)