Droplets of salt running in rivulets down pale cheeks,

Dull eyes searching the answers in uncaring sky.

The world seems so cold, downright cruel and sick;

Aimless shouting; aimless living; bitter search for “Why?”

 

There were thousand of books on dusty shelfs – read,

There were thousands of brilliant minds – explored.

The encouraging words in every combination – said,

Frankly I’ve been giving up so much, I’ve got bored.

 

I’ve tried to fit in and failed. I’ve tried to be me – the same,

I thought my enemy was veiled, but there’s no one to blame.