The world around afflicted with madness,
Dwelling underneath a shed of sadness.
They have been allowed to crib and gloat,
While I have to wear a moral coat!
It’s stitched with knowledge and wisdom,
In its burden, I seldom find naive freedom.
Woven threads of sanity and morality,
In Its cover, I can’t display insanity!
I have to remain sorted and clear,
To carry a persona untouched by fear.
Others can hide with lack of confidence,
While I have to face all odd coincidences!
Many can cosy in the comfort of inability,
But I must thrive for balanced stability.
I must tend to show positive optimism,
Even if splashed with negative criticism!
Those who perceive that I am strong,
It’s true, yet, you are very much wrong.
I, too, shiver with doubt and weakness,
But you won’t believe it even if I confess!
While others can wait out for a better day,
I must toil all my way through today.
People make up for the lost time somehow,
But I am expected to strictly focus on now!
For many, I am like this blinding light,
Who shows the path yet burn their sight.
So why invoke me, if I am not that useful,
Live in your misery if you think that’s fruitful!
Your sorrows have become a safe space,
The reality is that you don’t want to escape.
The truth and change, not readily accepted,
That’s why my helping hands gets rejected!
About your problems, you keenly swear,
Yet to ward them off, you won’t dare.
If your days were less of complain and sobs,
Maybe in life, you would have done a better job!
I burn too like everyone one of you,
But why am I still able to see through you?
For once, come out of your selfish shell,
Everyone carries their version of hell!
You must know as a fact life isn’t fair,
You are not the only victim in despair.
In your distress, I continue to profess,
Add value to what’s otherwise meaningless!
Many who fail in the vision to move ahead,
Mostly fancy the luxurious idea of death.
But if they genuinely understood pain and loss,
They won’t throw their lives out of toss!
For once, I am not me, but those of many,
Who loves their pain over the hopeful company,
why I only should choke under the moral coat?
Hence today, like you, I shall also crib, cry and gloat!