Lawless

By Vishakha Sharma

Born in limits I am lawless, 

Unable to fetch the name flawless.

Container of gluttony, sloth and pride,

Four qualities that never died.

Lectured to be perfect, made a doll,

Humanity or ego, what's at fall?

Rules for all broken for few,

You all are faceless, I see nothing new.

Made to believe and preach the 'GOD'

That loved the even and hated the 'ODD'

They said 'be different', but chained us down,

Told to smile and never to frown!

Greed and envy and wrath and lust

You all are fickle, whom should I trust?

Everyone looks like copies, 

With nothing of its own.

Waiting to be replaced,

Or worse, be thrown.

No dreams, no passion,

We all look so dead!

Why just toil,

And strive for bread?

Now pick up your pieces, 

Carve yourself gold.

Let us be the difference, 

And bring out the bold.

These sins those sins,

You look perfect the way you are.

Be a little more of yourself,

Embrace your scar.

Let's be crazy,

Let's be mad.

Our sins are us,

Nothing scary or bad.

By Vishakha Sharma