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I'm alright.
I don't have time to be sad,
It doesn't mean, I'm alright.
We admire the moon in the dark,
But we know, it's not bright.
I often consider my grief inferior,
It doesn't mean I don't have pain.
We enjoy the humid shadows,
Ignoring, the mournful rain.
I often have a lot to say,
But being silent is the only way.
I get afraid of being a joke,
I don't allow my eyes to be soaked.
It's probably the story of every man
It's not only I about whom I'm talking,
With alive sight, on the rushing roads,
We can easily see dead men walking.
© Prashant Dixit
It doesn't mean, I'm alright.
We admire the moon in the dark,
But we know, it's not bright.
I often consider my grief inferior,
It doesn't mean I don't have pain.
We enjoy the humid shadows,
Ignoring, the mournful rain.
I often have a lot to say,
But being silent is the only way.
I get afraid of being a joke,
I don't allow my eyes to be soaked.
It's probably the story of every man
It's not only I about whom I'm talking,
With alive sight, on the rushing roads,
We can easily see dead men walking.
© Prashant Dixit
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