Have I become a real lunatic
Just because my mind is poetic?
If my schedule becomes hectic,
My brain's act won't be chaotic.
In life, nicely I am not able settle,
My mind is waging ever a battle,
I get sleep that is extremely little,
I am ineligible for the Nobel-title.
I may be, in a way, highly lettered,
But, my ambition stands shattered.
By sad ideas, I am badly battered,
Toward me, why is God embittered?
By sharp thorns, my path is decorated,
From normal persons, I am segregated,
By insomnia, my agony is aggravated,
I don't know for sure why I was created.
Into a mad man, I am by time converted,
Foolish love-affairs, I could have averted,
By peace of mind, I am casually deserted,
Have I become dangerously perverted?
I loved to become a superstar,
With dest
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