In the midst of odd talks
By the people of late walks,
Lies a series of thoughts;
Seldom heard, and seldom felt
Though experienced and often dealt;
In the kingdom of reality,
Lies a broken knight of fatality;
In the cover of arrogance,
Lies a heart wrapped in innocence;
In the rats race called competition,
With or without a reason,
Lies an unknown battle,
Lost already with no vision;
In a silent night of Saturday,
Why am I writing this, anyway?~Gautam K