I was quiet
they called me egoist
no one cared to know
why I couldn't speak.
I was talkative
they called me babbler
no one cared to listen
the words which went
unspoken.
I was sad
they called me depressed
no one cared to feel
the root of the agony.
I was laughing
they called me clownish
no one cared to dig
the dent behind the paint.
I was exasperated
they called me freak
no one cared to examine
the prompt catalyst.
I was successful
they called it easy
no one cared to follow
the taken ruthless path.
I was failed
they called it undeserving
no one cared to trace
the trodden thorny journey.
I was wandering
they called me pauper
no one cared to give
a place to shelter.
I was doing charity
they called me imposter
no one cared to offer
a hand to help.
I was working
they called me busy
no one cared to understand
the hustled demarcated life.
I was available
they called me free
no one cared to acknowledge
I did something to please.
Taunts made, judgements
passed
I too was not exonerated
but my inner words kept
my spirit san cremated.
✍️Rohit Raj✍️
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"Society doesn't spare anyone, I said no one".
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