Anuj Ghimire Poet I do not know?

Living As a Misanthrope

I was born as you all were
I am all the same that
All are in some way or the other
I used to love the things that you loved 
I was the same branch of the that tree
And was fed with the same roots 
As you, you and you were
But 
But I was a step ahead
Or they were some step back
The difference that was made

A cloud overhead
Shared some tears with me
And all the non living things 
That the creation has made
The way was not meant to be
The way I am now
The way that I was ought to be
I don’t want it anyhow
 
The race is falling and let it be
For I do not care
A burden that the world slipped in my pockets 
Hence never should I bear
I not care about the one 
Left and were about to leave
I distrust the kind of men we are
And hate the way we find
I live a life along with me 
And never care who’s beside
For they have a selfness around there self
And to my eyes, somehow they hide
I am an end, with out the other 
Hanging by a rope
I am a shadow of my self
Living as a misanthrope

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