Come on, the world's full of assholes.
They get up, eat and go to bed
And keep doing it until they end up dead.
So why be different ?
Sometimes, I get weighed down by people
The insensitivity of mine towards their existence,
thwarts me, catches me unawares.
The guilt surges and sympathy resurfaces
Giving birth to a good being,
which gets killed again by flattery and misconceptions ,
Blinded, again, by the fortress of pleasure and leisure
Well, all the life's ironical
You end up doing things that you would bet you wouldn't
Moreover, the assholes that rule this place
have made a word called 'civility'
to make sure everyone follows a mechanical life
robbing it of its very essence, the individuality.
In awe at the beauty this place has churned out,
so many truths left untold.
And those that raise their hands are shrugged off
with obvious embarrassment ; yet none admits.
Many times I thought of standing up
But the coward (in me) asked to stay shut
and move on....
And I moved on, pursuing the inevitable journey
without apprehension, without comprehension,
Marauding this place's wonders and agonies
For one last reason, called hope.
The reason that makes the world spin.
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