A BLIND THOUGHT


A set of beams of light wakes me up from a sleep so tight
to another day of fight I dare say they call life
so right the way I live I'm satisfied living it like a lie
unrealistically living the materialistic things opaque to my eyes
can't see nothing beyond what I want to see I yawn at giving it tries
lazy I am as to rise to what they call real life which seldom is so nice
I escape to be told the truths, and faults  I don't want them find
I escape the pains and sorrows by getting high
Its blissful unrealistically but it saves me a peaceful time
like a beast is, full of diseases chopping pieces of my mind
Ignorant to the whereabouts I turn a deaf ear to the social crimes
somethings in life are just too complicated to be defined
I'm the myopic Indian society they say narrow are these streets,
but take a close look, close enough to your distinct vision
so you could see, just how narrow are these minds
I confess you can buy me lenses but not senses
they say I live far from reality so apparently, I'm blind!

Comments

  1. Its sooo good!! Really the minds of Indian culture are hell like narrow..bt m.sure that the upcomimg generations are not going too be so narrow minded

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