Twists and turns in my gray matter
Whisper words in my ear
Words I call, the advice-not to flatter
Something somewhere seems unfair
As the elucidation of my being forms
They begin to change the norms
Argue them, I could
But on the edge, what matters is who stood?
Lost in the bygone and destiny
Little strives to make sense
Well, that remains the whole irony
To conclude they say, no offence
Sensitivities, they said, shall be unprejudiced
How come the repercussions are not, then?
Faith, they now say, shall steer you through
But if tomorrow feels the same as yesterday,
My only question remains “when”?
