Who are you?
The jester who hides and mocks weaknesses?
The psychopath who pushes people off cliffs?
Yet reputed for saving them in the nick?
Are you the one called karma-the one in disguise?
The tricky nut no palm can crack?
What are you?
The voodoo in a coconut no one has yet fathomed ?
Magician whose art is of dying and resurrecting?
The only relativity Einstein didn't understand?
The scientific murderer who brings ease?
The sworn one in search of unlimited enlightenment,
In whom transgression-not even the tinniest-is found?
When will you?
On our knees,when we plead but you ignore
Or you ignore because you don't know what to?
Do you live aloft as though you do not?
And stand tall to taunt the meek too?
Where are you?
I can't see you
Does that mean you can't see me too?
I can't hear you,
Does that mean you can't hear me too?
What is true?If not in what we see?
Does that mean you are nowhere?
How are you?
Do you by chance feel the pain?
Do we by chance search fortitude as if there was any?
Do you ache?
Are you immune to sufferings unlike many?
How mighty are you?
Are you obsessed?
For you are looked up to by the wretch?
By the anxious?so they could become depressed?
And the depressed for they needed excuses for their failure and distress?
What is perfection?is that not success?
Here please
The sheet that tears apart everyday without any chance of peace.
The lyric however,I dare not own,
But the piece however,
from the depth of my very own soul.
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