Is It Really Hard to Survive?
In a world full of wins and leads,
Am I the only one left asleep?
In a planet filled with extraordinary souls,
Am I the only one lacking all roles?
In the middle of everyone extremely productive,
Am I the only one dumb and inactive?
Among all the people clean and healthy,
Am I the only one weak and untidy?
In a crowd of blessed and progressed beings,
Am I the only regressed and scorned offspring?
Is it just an illusion of myself in world's eyes?
Or am I really one of the impossible ties?
Is it just me left with these sighs?
Or am I the only one facing these lies?
I am afraid of being left alone,
With all my miseries and forever mourns.
If an ant can strive in a world of huge giants,
For her, it's a world of monsters and death at every sight,
But she still tries to escape from every death's bite,
Because she knows that she is blessed with a life,
Irrespective of her small size and color not being white.
But if I see myself with my own insight,
I am also adored that's why I am alright.
If an ant can make it through these hostile events,
Then why am I supporting pointless arguments?
