Daily I am seeing
myriads of faces
and listening them
talk in high terms
about themselves.
Regularly I am witnessing
how selfish humans
have turned, how blatantly
their hearts are shut.
No trace of empathy.
Airs are telling nothing
but lies. Or else truth
mixed and tweaked. How
rapidly it's eroding my trust.
I am returning home hopeless.
It's just black or else rogue grey.
Filling up pockets is sole interest or
if any other, It's trying to raise
social prestige by constantly chanting
how much they contributed.
Painful it is to witness such degradation,
such sheer murder of essence
with which humans were crafted,
That divine light, that high moral
plane. Humans are looking like demons.
And I cry. Cry at being befooled by
someone seeking help. Cry at being
approached for telling false things.
Cry at being made a person so cynical.
I am unable to believe in anyone.
In the end, I am becoming a misfit.
Misfit in weird set up of matters.
Though naturally they find me weird.
May be it's true. I think it's true.
I am having abnormal nature.
-Nivedita
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