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To the one who turned stranger

Maze


Sometimes I laugh upon myself,

Sometimes I wonder about other,

Some are chirping for empty inbox,

While some for empty stomach.

 

Where is the meaning of it,

Where is the humanity,

When you laugh seeing a person falling,

When your hands move forward only after laughing has been complete.

 

How ignoble has been the emotions,

How extravagant the empathy,

What is the meaning of that sympathy,

Commenting on Facebook's post with mediocrity.

 

I am a foolish person I know that,

But people don't laugh at me cause they all are,

Isn't it foolishness to want to be young in childhood,

And to want childhood after being grown up.

 

Who said humans are the most sane creature,

Ask them the list of things and people they love,

Ask them their first love,

They will miss them in one and parents in another.

 

Why do people always recall same thing or person,

Having the intention to forget them,

They name it the act of running away,

But always thinking of same, how could they.

 

The problem of knowledge is not about grades,

Its about the confidence people have,

Intelligent people are full of doubts,

While stupids are the one with confidence.

 

Everyone is desperate in their words and action,

They all talk about inner beauty,

But gyms are always crowded,

And libraries with so few people.

 

Why people are so proud of technology,

They all know it but all unaware,

Education took them from thumb impression to signature,

But technology took them back to thumb impression.

 

People baffle themselves by their thoughts and blame other,

Comparing satisfied life with successful life,

Although they know success is measured by others,

Satisfaction by their own soul, mind and heart.

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