
LOST IN A CROWD
Faces faces I see everywhere
Smiling, serious and some restless like march hare
Yet I am alone lost in a crowd
I can hear people, shouting “looser” clear and loud
There lies a ruthless killer, underneath their smiling veneer
Killer of my innocence, yes they kill it with litany of sneer.
So what if I am dowdy and not gifted with a silver tongue
A plain Jane with average IQ , features not enough to get people clung
Why I have to win every battle of life and prove myself the best?
For me life is to be lived and not loosing small joys in our haste.
If gazing birds flying in sky is an anodyne for all my pain
Why do people laugh at me and think that I am insane?
Is life all about achieving things and goals we aspire?
Can’t I sit and enjoy the beauty I love and admire?
Why do people call my creativeness a drivel and expect me to respond?
Then they call me diffident and push me to slough of despond.
Their execration kills a bud before it blooms,
Being esoteric becomes a curse, a feeling of prisoner awaiting his doom.
My dreams are on ventilator fighting hard to survive, Please don’t act vile,
Let me be myself, only that will give me a beatific smile.
