All those Never to this world
All those Never to this world
from somewhere outside were coming
perfect ideas of fears
uncertain steps in dark
as though creation
to which you turned your back
does not exist any more
ostriches point of view
whom I don’t see, does not see me.
Today, when I stand so firm within me
I am charging from inside.
I know, even those which I observe
don’t see me
let alone those I think of.
World is blind,
just look at it.
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