I'm not much
to anyone
but praise
I don't want-

enough of myself
all said and done
a tiny blade of grass
alongside the rose under the sun-

faraway in the remote
known and seen by none
writing by a quiet stream
till the day is sun-

judging and being judged
by none, not even one
I live like a vagrant
never miss a day of fun!

You were wrong.
thinking life was tired of you
it wasn't the case
'twas you being weary
of yourself that was true-
in shifting the blame
you thought
you'd suffer no shame

but the truth
will not let go
wherever you are
it will follow

you'll somehow
come to yourself
some day
and realise
your misgiving
and agonise

Don't waste time
studying me
instead study
yourself closely

what you would know
of me eventually
at the expense of yourself
is nothing but pure triviality

Not every find
is fine

Love is over-praised
and over-idolised
we tend to overlook
it does hurt and agonise

Everyone has a mission
but so many fail to arrive
at the desired destination

No, I don't think global
it's enough, if I think personal:
I'm not qualified for the former
I'll just stay happily with the latter