I am in and I am out,
Confused me to confuse all,
I bear the pain of secrets to kill,
I am sealed within myself, with a spell.
I crack and I am back,
I am layered, to fool;
But I want a way out-
‘Cause I reduce with each pull.
I have many faces but I am just the same.
Decipher me to survive, it’s nearly death’s game.
Kingdoms failed and people slain
Just to know what I hide for ages, in vain.
This is my song, this is my tale;
I am the oldest “Matryoshka” of the Czarland.
p.s.- "Matryoshka" the word i used in my poem is short for Matryoshka doll. The Matryoshka dolls are the nested wooden Russian dolls.