This… is nothing
More than a combination of lexis,
Which reflects many experience of life.
It is just to give rest to that fluctuating mind
Which wants to speak many a things, but can’t.
Every one intends to see me as something
With a handsome salary and salute.
But is this the full stop of life (.) After which every words go wrong
This world never recognizes the colour that I see.
But endeavor not to take any burden
Because I may not become anything and will stand for nothing.
In this state how I will open my lips and say
I am of my own kind, out of books and syllabus.
How will I say, I accept nothing but the colours…
I glimpse pink and blue within black and white.
I am differently able.
Everyone wants to fulfill all their pipe dream through me
And look this world as they intend to see.
But what about my choice!
Who cares whether I have a so called “choice” or not.
Who tries to know?
Where I covet to stand and what I want to become…
Oye! Oye! Excuse me…. I ≠ Myself………….
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