Why here looks like so much pain
when there comes no equal gain?
Live with ache though just be sane
bring some blues to the hueless lane.

You must know that, each one cares,
difference makes the heart; its layers.
Comprehending, whether one shares
or ends up just with blank dead stares.

Reflection, so you hate it too?
must have seen that you're see-through.
Gift some happiness, can't you do?
Do some mend for the broken shoe.

All don't know what pain gives end,
ache and words, rueful blend.
Wrote them messages, never hit send
then to sadness, how won' we tend?

Rightly made, my rhyming words
flew with thud, some dreadful birds.
Childhood spent with useless nerds,
is there worth, when stale milk curds?

To not smile,
Pariah
An aberrant
Miscreant
Misfit
Just trying
To speak with
This nitwit
But split with
What intellect
Left
I can find
In the weather conditions
Of my cloudy mind
My profession
Is obvious, no?
For why else
Would I dare go
Where others
Don’t care
To lend help
Unsolicited by
An archaic tradition,
A nationalistic
Hellbent
On submission
Like juxtaposed
Visions
Of master and slave
But reversing the roles
They so woefully
Play
Not the same
As one generates
What the will
Subjugates
To apposition  
The other
Can’t contemplate
Waiting and waiting
For fate
To come save him
And prostrate
Surrenders
His praises
Betray him
Allay trepidations
Of tepid impatience
For graves to at last
Come to make
His acquaintance