If I were a billion persons
I would have never been myself
Would have just been a reflection
Taking way too much of guilt
Just like life full of layers
Just like rocks formed of silt
Then who would rather benefit it
Who would carry on what didn't exist
They claim everyone has a gift
But the scarcity polishes it
I believe life is quite enough
If human race would delightfully live
Forgetting about the complexity of life
Moving on with a dream at a time
Are they ignorant ,Are they blind ..can't be said
Because they're aware what is supposed to fit
Every moment , every second and event
Every tear , sign of fear changes it
If it wasn't said at a time
Where the situation needed nothing but grit
Why don't they appreciate what you get
As they're the ones declaring themselves telepathists
Suffering debt , not a matter of money or wealth
Just a lack of analyzing self-confidence
Just scribbling the thought, that's nothing but it
Never imagined that a pencil could resolve and hint
Nor delight or enlight a hopeless denying theft
Or decrease a dominating fret
Going inside an egoistic head
