I With My Question Poem by Vizard Dhawan

People choice rest with them
If they ever do so, one thinks
They are not fit for the society,
Not fit for the mankind.
I too have done the same mistake,
Again and again and again.
Am asking the question to myself,
Hoping to get no answer within me.
Conslting my fellow for the same.
I have no clue who are mine or not.
Devil society has crated the difference.
With me or the one like me
It has done a lot of cruality.
Talent becomes silence before whom
Not knowledge is the basic requirement
Facing the problems seem nonending
One after one after one….everytime.
If you too have been grabed by this.
No source of you to get the chair.
Live on land talk to the air
Sweat becomes once my friend.
Without that innocence……
Am doing the same these days.