Nor the blazing sun
or the elegant moon,
the one amongst the countless
faceless stars is me
I am not in the band of lovers
or a loved one is me.
Just a passing phase
a stopover to teach or groom,
to learn the secrets of love & life
what to adapt and which to leave,
that’s me.
I am not at peace
nor engaged in a raging war.
A soldier without a battle
My biggest struggle is me.
I don’t have the periods of calm
nor a great calamity grapples
me.
My great depression is just me.
I am not one amongst the poets
or belong from society of philosophers.
I aint a singer or some revolutionary is me.
I am one of the many
who each passing day is manipulated or moved.
One of the thousand faceless in the crowd is me.
The ballad of riches don’t find me
nor poor sit beside me.
Collecting money each moment, each day
just to fill my greedy coffin, that’s me.
I am one of the millions without hope or aim,
I might be an engineer, a doctor, a lawyer, a teacher
or that person standing across drenched in rain.
I am all but I am none,
because this is not what I planned to be.
My great depression is just me.
