POEM
OUTSIDER
Sometimes
I walk away from plights in my life
Sometimes hold up to ridicule the twilight
Here I walk on my own
Even in the cave of darkness
Inner eyes of me are lit up to see things,
In the light of the silvery Moon
One can reach one's journey's end
Being worldly wise not be meant for all
Many people call me outsider or sometimes outcast
Love and peace they'll lose
For fame and gains
Fools are in mad rush.
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