Whenever doubt attempts to kill me from within, Faith keeps bringing me back to life!

Should be, but is not

Would be, but will not

Could be, but cannot

We are all meant to be,

What we might never be.

Aren't we now? What we were not

I dare to remain 'I', 

They won't strive to 'be'

I take into notice, all

That many won't dare to see.

Again

The ‘world’ kills the essence of me;

And I accept the death with a sweet smile,

Only till the point where I can die,

While being alive!

Soon, the silence breaks with a scream,

Followed by a sigh of defeat,

But the battle doesn’t end here,

It only begins.

The tired person, the weakened soul,

The stubborn idealist rises up,

Faces the ‘realism’ of that delusion again;

Faces the same old staggering pain:

Where humans are beasts,

Unfortunately aware of the transformation,

Knowingly rejecting the wisdom of education.