I am not a refined human,
As I think of the demons,
of the societies that torment,
I am not a sophisticated human,
To keep my nails cleverly manicured,
To pierce the spot where it hurts the most,
I am not a cultured human,
To have my birth from the oyster shell,
Having the dirty selfishness in my soul,
I am not a civilized human,
Not to talk of the despair of the affected,
But to affect and enjoy the fruits silently,
I am not an educated human,
My eyes are not covered with blinkers as the horses,
To look in one direction of the field of graduation,
I am a skilled human and can carve your thoughts,
Removing all those dirt of mutants cells,
Can sing a song without proper tune,
From the helipad of your heart,
Can change your clime as you want,
Sometimes make you to boil from the feet,
To raise up to the mind to look for the gun,
Luckily I am not in front of you, otherwise
I could have faced multiple deaths,
In your court yard, I am near with you,
Not very far, in your thoughts,
As long as you are alive, I live in you.
veeraiyah subbulakshmi
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