By Swathy Prasad
A resonating music,
From far ahead
Knocks my heart
With an uneasy quest.
Thwarted, I sit
With my tangled thoughts
To snap out,
'Who is better than whom?'
Lonely, I sit
With people around.
The unsung music within-
Disturbs me, with an uproar
Of an unanswered thought.
People are struggling
To glorify their deeds
Bragging about their
Past and needs.
I feel no torpor
For their hollow show
After going through life's tempestuous flow.
Timorous, I was
In the initial loop.
But, now,
I have grown Virile and Stout.
Now, I know
The answer of those weird quest-
'Nobody is better than Anybody'
Is my final word....!
By Swathy Prasad
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