What we think
Is abstract
Is the most
Concrete thing.

Wake up! Wake up!
My fellow country men,

What we think
Is concrete
Is the most
Porus thing.

Wake up! Wake up!
My fellow country men,

What we think
Is real
Is the most
Illusory thing.

Wake up! Wake up!
My fellow country men,

What we think
Is madness
Is the most
Practical thing.

Wake up! Wake up!
My fellow country men
Avoid the illusory cup
And our salvation is then!

I am
What I am.
Nothing more
And everything less,
A total cipher
Amidst many sterling gents,
That's when I realise
And decipher
To change for the best;
Wish me good luck……….
Renewed energy and zest
Invigourates me.

Who am I?
I really don’t know
What am I?
I really don’t know
Why am I?
I really don’t know.

Sometimes, I clown
Bringing laughter to those down
Sometimes, in anger I frown
And make others mind blown.

At times, I am very sad
That I never listened to my Dad
At times, I am glad to be mad
But that is also bad.

Often am I confused
Wondering why I’m refused
Often am I rejected
And remain dejected.

Oh! God……
Then who am I?

I’m just an ordinary man.