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.