Fools World
You breathe in the air, dear,
since no scars could make you sad.
I was more than I thought,
but right now I am stuck here.
I am not even feeling the ground beneath my feet,
neither can I feel the pen
nor can I see any ink.
It’s all plain,
and I am scribbling,
trying to form words.
O dear me,
you are being drowned
by your sunken thoughts.
But you are able to touch,
feel, and smile, dear.
And you are too young to realize
that no one stays here.
O God,
I wish I could have been less intelligent,
as I can see fools living happily everywhere.
Copyright © Manak Raj | Year Posted 2026
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