I asked everyone around me "What am I?"
Some called me 'mad' while some 'burden on Earth'
I thought I'm dead weight who occupies some space
Or maybe some failed experiment of human race
They called me different because they all were same
You've no idea from where i came
From valley of darkness where pain and misery flows
Something much worse than a black hole
You can call me a dead weight, at least
I'm not like you, someone who believes in fate
I'll do what my idols did, their ideas - I'll preserve
"Yes I'm gonna put a dent in the universe"
But what about these constant taunts, I fight
Some of them, haunts me in the night
I wake up everyday to do something different
But you know, world - follows the same routine
I know i talk like a man, but I'm just another teen
Just when i was about to die and leave this world
I realized - You can't make a dent in the universe
"Without being burden on Earth"
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Carpe Diem
PoetryO Me! O Life!...of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless...of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life? That you are here-that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and...
