Was I a right man in a wrong world? Or a wrong man in the right world?
It doesn’t matter, everyone has to die.
I did the right things at a wrong time, or the wrong things at the right time,
It doesn’t matter, everything comes to an end.
Did I fail to understand the world, or the world misunderstood me?
In the bigger scheme of things, our understandings won’t matter.
I just had to take it as I had no choice,
The very world that made me did forever, silence my voice.
(20/10/11)
3 comments:
Wow :-) it is very fluid and reaches your inward and outward looking solemness to the reader. Keep writing please.
Thanks for the encouraging comment Aparna! I will :-)
Whether it is head or tail, can we know our trail?………
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