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THIS WORLD IS NOT FOR ME
No, this world is not for me,
I feel myself trapped by fears,
To be, where I was not meant to be,
On this stage of impostor players.
A show of vanity is going on:
Vain actors, practicing 'games of love',
How then can I stay here and cheer,
At mockery enacted every then and now.
Coldness grips me with its icy hands,
Its dark truth is en-wrapped in gloom,
"Come to me! It waves and wails:
"It's cold, but there's a better room."
Should I allow it to walk away with me?
Hasn't this world failed me at each step?
Or should I give myself just one more chance,
And do all I can till the will is in me?
I knew from the time when I joined school,
That most of the lessons were repeated and taught ,
That the wisdom within me blessed by my God,
Far exceeded that which in books I had got.
That is the fact which chided the 'me',
And none understood that except Daphne,
That I had insight and talents gifted to me,
By the merciful God Almighty.
And life was quite nice as long as she was,
With me to discuss several worldly flaws,
And after she left me quietly one day,
I have been, from this world, steering away.
When I lost her I would often gaze up at the sky,
Trying to find out why it happened and cry,
And deep within my wisdom would reply:
"Everything that is born must one day die."
"Fool me not", I would tell the voice within,
"If she has met death then what's this living,
That makes this world look like it's just not for me,
To me, as I can recall, everything was Daphne".
So even on this sad and murky November,
I often sit and gaze at the cosmic space higher,
And I know that I 'died' when my Daphne left me,
And since then I have been just a piece of history.
