Oh my parents,
You are my parents
Only in my dreams
In real-
Neither I'm born
Nor I die ever..
I am the eternal
Then why this fuss?
Oh society,
Your morality and culture
Your discipline and fashion
Your codes of conduct…
Less than real..
More dreamlike
They appear to me
U born
U change
U degrade
U r praised
U r condemned
And I am far from there
I am the mere observer
Of your dramas
Your celebrations
Your traumas
I am the ever
I am the eternal
I am the observer
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