Aberration Poem by Sachin Pushkarna

bright stars up there in the sky
always make me wonder who am i?
an insignificant piece in the scheme of things
part of the larger game being played within
amongst the paradox was i so necessary?
i am yet unable to decipher why am i? in fury
an aimless body wandering in solitude
searching for answers without and within
every new experience convinces me
amongst these pre- conceived stories
i am an aberration
an isolated piece not part of the puzzle
a violent, uncertain wind gushes in to meddle
while everyone here serves some purpose
why this unwanted creation suffers?
as a witness to all things inert and moving
who am i? so separate from all of us?
in this mix of men and women

Am i the only one? an aberration