Vanity ……… Of my existence
Poverty……. Of my knowledge
Credulity…… In my relations
Reality……. Of my present
My beliefs that led me till date,
My feelings that led my ways
Everything seems just a fake,
When I stand before myself
Every word I utter to make some sense
Every lecture I pass to keep things in place
Every action I perform out of my intelligence
Everything seems merely a joke
When I am in alter state
I shape myself in the relations with a faith
I compromise my actions in their best interest
High and lows I share with them
Yet I feel a huge chain entangling me in their game
When I am alone and moaning the reminiscence
The world is cruel and now at its best
Taking away the dreams and tearing it apart
Mocking in my face, questioning my very existence
My beliefs, my faith, my family, my prospects
When I break it all I found myself
An innocent man, with a glowing face
Darkness all around in a lonely sphere
That's my thinking den, Let me take a rest……….
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