Life's crisis
Disparage.
Disregarded.
Under estimated.
Of little value.
Really an awful predicament
Think well
Be positive,echoes,
Like unseen gusts of disturbing winds
Rustling dust here and there
Underlying is a tension
To speak of there's no unison
There's no one voice
There is no parallel
We're off now in different directions
I am in constant awareness not to drop from my pedestal
So, I have stood on a stool
Poised to see , just enough
I don't need an audience
But I shall convey the messages
I have taken a back seat
I have kept in the shadow
To shine inwards is better
This seeker needs just one light
In the darkness of disparage thoughts
Can you see anything at all?
We cannot say we love when we do not do enough
And we have no sense of pride because we don't give enough
We have little sense of respect left because we are too conceited
We have dwindled like the candle's light
Because we have been careless
Where are we heading with thoughts of unrest
Dialect differs and actions contra
Where are we as souls heading
This is a dogmatic system
We must break
And be the real system
Which allows us to wake up
Realise
Appreciate
Accept
Humanity is deformed
We are supposed to transform.
~lorrainenurshufiya2013

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