Why is it that i always fail to read
that soul wandering in anonymity
I always try and fail,
I fail it, the Society fails it
I see that thing among the crowd
manytimes, being happy and all set
for the public to envy its
richness and mirth to life.
Alone it weeps deep
I dont know what it wants!?
I dont know what it is !?
Ecstatic, silent, philosophical, indifferent
insane, peaceful or confused ?
What are you my soul!?
a puppet, an art or a mad artist?
what are you!
I am disabled.
I am disabled at heart.
for the disability lies in the failure to
stitch back the broken emotions
But it is Privileged!
It is privileged,
to the label of mad.
Let the privilege prevail then,
and let it wander to
wherever it wants
to anonymity to eternity to liberation.!
Let it dissolve to the deepest form of love.
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