Living Poem by Ratnakar Rout

Life is to live
The way I think
Or the way others think it to be
I am in chains here
If I cross the so called limit
Set up by them (a few)
My character is maligned
What is then the character all about?
When living varies
From place to place
And from person to person
Is there any single parameter to assess?
Whether the same one is good or bad.

Even the commonest of the
Common standard possibly set
May not be adhered to
By all the creatures of the world
Of a single species.

I am a unique creation on earth
I do firmly believe
Amidst all the beliefs
Good or evil
I am to live this one life only.

So why not the way
I like it to be
When it does not bring misery
To my fellow creatures
Would it be wise?
To rest my believe
On nomadic clouds further.