The world is in a rage and I am being held here in a cage,
people hardly see it and if they do they don't believe it in one go.
You search for a reason to blame it on others, anyone but not you will do.
These do not make you evil 'cuz they do it too, they would blame you.
We have regrets and we have our own share of significant achievements.
All of that dwells deep in our box of life long experience of contentments.
When the light goes off and your hands hit all the corners just in vain,
realization of self unawareness is what you learn and is a treasure gain.
But when you try to get all of the light not knowing what is in the inside of you,
you are wishing darkness for all the other people who needs it as much as you do.
In the inside of you, lives this beautiful human who still believes in humanity.
He cries watching a sad story, still finds a way to exclude himself to live in the vanity.
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A refined poetic imagination, Jigmet. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.