Made for this world- a poem

 Made for this world



The world in running in a race to nowhere
Deadlines heard in each head like a siren blare
The stranger in the adjacent car not worth a stare
Sleepless nights, working to leap ahead of nobody

Whereas, She's the paper documentation trivialising crease
Delineating all greens and yellows of ordinary trees
Passing a soft smile to each comforting breeze
Her bizarre shimmy and self talk comprehensible to nobody

Every graduate desperate for occupational stress
The world lost in the pages of the atlas
Aching heads but no loved one to caress
Familiarity with celebrities but family to nobody

Meanwhile, She is fond of spending hours in a mirror room
The floor is for conversations, the ceiling to groom
Front mirror for hair, back wall for the costume
Magnanimous to all but gives a damn about nobody

The planet is rotating too fast to grasp
Every ear shut to emotions' rasp
Submerged under a time tide, lucky to have a moment to gasp
Time saving technology yet a second to spare for nobody

To know the big picture is to observe little things
She says that to be human is to be unaware of what the future brings
To live love is to pamper someone's mood swings
Either she is solely made for this world or just belongs to nobody
                                               -Maithili

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