Once, I too empathized the fallen soul and personed the non-person.
Then I learned of there perpetual demand for significance—
and so I chose to give it to the inert.
Once, I too stitched the torn and soothed the weary heart.
Then I learned of the contempt they harbor—
and so I chose the blade to cradle peace.
Now, I lack empathy—
but also the vulnerability it had.
Now, I lack faith—
but also the torment of betrayal.
Now, I am labeled Insane—
and that is true, too.
But mad is the world.
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Author:
Tanishk S Rathore (
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Bravo.........
Thank you.
You are welcome. Now let's find out who the 'me' is, before I pass further judgement...
I would rather be insane in a mad world, then judged saying in that same world. Nicely written.
off course and thankyou.
You are most welcome
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