Am no extra-ordinary person, am like you
Like many I have often wondered, why am I here?
To live for few years and die?
To amass as much wealth as I can and enjoy?
Were I to write a verse today,
Words to write would hardly suffice
For whatever word man has thought of
What I feel hasn’t
Sometimes I forget honey
And take you to be just another
Sometimes the pressure for money
Makes me neglect you altogether
Judge me not
For whatever measures you use
On you too will be applied
And you well know we are not pure.
Oh, that I could walk out and in
Love easily, effortlessly, smoothly
But that is not me, maybe you too.