Not Born To Fit

I am not like them
But sometimes I do pretend
To fit in well
To survive and to dwell
No, I am not perfect
I too need Wine
I too need my Vitamins
And crave for a Valentine
But at least I realise
That these are difficult times
See everyone
Eating, Sleeping, Mating & Defending…
Is this all I ever wanted?
Where is gone the ancient practice?
Why isn’t anyone asking for answers?
And those who do
Why don’t they have the powers?
Oh God I don’t wanna breed!
Don’t wanna bring a soul
Into this cheap, unreal world
Coz this is not where we belong
Coz this is only the perverted reflection
Of our true Home
Where we are originally from
I think I have misused my free will
Having asked my master
To seek enjoyment independent of him
Now I am stuck!!!
In this cycle of life and death
In misery and pain of life
In fear of death
Nowhere to escape
Nowhere to rest
Yes, I know the ancient art
But I can’t
Have tried multiple times
And fallen back to sinful dimes
I just can’t
Couldn’t it be easier Oh Mother?
To throw down that umbilical noose
So that I can climb right back.

--Avinash Kumar
Sept 6th, 2020