The Rant Poem by Shourav Pednekar
The Rant
Let my desires go unfulfilled,
But believe in me.
As I have faith in thee,
And let you be.
Faceless existence,
Prideless identity.
Is what I yearn,
Against your decree?
You tell me to adhere,
But have some empathy.
For I often relent,
To the majority.
Why this aversion, society?
Society, don't you see,
Chaos is another order,
Normal is another crazy.
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