The fools never fall for the honesty,
And the cools never fall for the prosperity,
Tell me of which, could be the best,
As the dismay was greeted by the jest.
All souls desired to be the best,
Be it for the society or even themselves,
Best is not the word of fidelity,
Yet they captives the meaning with insincerity.
What if changing the dress could improve,
Or powdering the face could enhance the look,
Might as well asking the ladies to read the book,
Just so they can compete to satisfy the groove.
But what if this is the best?
What if doing the drugs is her best?
What if having tattoos is his best?
What if intoxication and bereavement are their best?
What if being depressed is our best?
Forget about telling them to spread their wings,
As the amendment of nothing could be the king,
World needs no best in specific form,
Just embraced, then you are in the norms.
—AF
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