Transformation

The reality which i found.                  The world is square hole,my head is round.                                                 And in this rules i am bound.            Feels like a ocean, in which i am drowned.

As my brain engaged in neuron war.                                                         Inflicts pains , bitter and sour.          As i see every one doing blood shed and showing of power.             Can’t understand they are just dust of star.

I ask sometime ,why i am sent by god?                                                        Maybe, to make people’s mentality broad.                                  To help them find diff of genuine and fraud. And to help simplify this enigmatic code

Everyone is god’s child.                      But my words , no one mind.             That i say , everyone should do ,by being kind as this is a journey , a search and its yourself whom you have to find.      By keeping  yourself away from thoughts which are wild.

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