Occasionally a movie or a novel,
Strikes in the midway like a blow
It has my life written all over it!
The truth that was scared in the start
takes a brave front and laughs at me
The veracity that this life is an encore,
That this situation was faced already sinks in
Un-elated and gloomy I feel
My soul is just a hollow shell of a discarded life
that someone subsisted in a better way
that someone subsisted in a better way
My sacred pride of being unique and different
Stares and flings itself onto me,
Like undigested words thrown as echo by the muffled wall
It spits in unison that “I am common”
finally I comprehend the real implication of the word!
