I have no knowledge about the world
What they expect, feel or say
They call me self-centred
because of my less interest in the world
It’s not that
I am not concerned about health
It’s not that
I don’t care about calamities affecting people
It’s not that
I don’t feel the pain on deaths
It’s not that
I despise other’s sorrows
They pain me
They pain me a lot
I am lost, numb
Don’t know what to say and what not to
I am not stupid or dumb
But my reactions are tough to react
Or if reacted,
they may react opposite of the action
Then a joke is born for them
I want to ask the world
Why are the people of this world judgemental?
A single wrong act or react can make you a buffoon
Then we become the judge of ourselves
Because people judged
Isn’t it a reflexive reaction on ourselves?
This is torture!!
Sheer torture on oneself
Blaming and suspecting
our active brain
Working or not,
will be the question asked
But not the other way
Whether it’s working rightly or not?
And if not, why not working rightly?
Eventually, our suspicion is ignited
And the fire ignited to kill
Hell falls on us
Ohh! I am useless, worthless
Why am I living?
Question asked again and again
Why can’t I be smart like him or her?
A next question hammers
But have we asked- why?
These questions raining by us on us
We forget… yeah we forget!!
Accepting the situational misreading of our brain
On these occasional situations
We live in the pressure of blames throughout life
Looking and imitating ourselves as a buffoon
Considering ourselves as buffoon throughout life- with lost confidence.
(Kalpana’s imagination)