Undercover
They live in hidden world, they are their own hidden world
It's the underground system, unknown system
Secret life, with secret knife
Secret identity, with secret ability.
It's an clandestine path, secret path
They have to keep the secrets in backroom, locker room
They walk to backstairs, in their life there is no straight stairs
Their life sounds impossible, feels impossible.
Past and future both are disappeared for them, sleepless nights for them
Sometimes they never know if they are doing right or wrong, they ask themselves a question, what is right and wrong?
Slowly they turn into machine, emotionless machine
When people act for too long, life of acting extends for long.
What they do is confidential, highly confidential
They do everything to keep it a secret, Keep themselves a secret
Danger surrounds them all the time, they have to be alert all the time
Without any cover, undercover.
"This is my original and opinionated work".
(Pictures are used from the Pixabay and edited with the Canva application).
(Second sketch is my original work).
Thanks and regards,
Chiranjeevi Sarikonda
(Spread Love, Spread Kindness)
Stay Blessed
