The day you were born, you were a star
Like someone isolated in a single car.
Whether you make or you mar
or you initiate a healthy war
All these things are worthless so far,
leaving aside you as the single star
The day you die, you are just born
You can be killed, your spirit can’t be torn
Surrounded by hypocrite friends and enemies hypothetical
Making your every moment so critical
Even enjoyed your deepest cuts,
remembering that the darkest hour has only 60 minutes
You alone have to face the critics
when everything surrounded turned into bricks
Still you survive in between
a world which is so mean -
to take advantage
whether you do a job or you study in a college
You always recover from your past
whether you were placed first or at the last
Hardly anyone helps you rise
Still you fly faster than all the flies
Like all the books in the library,
your name is also isolated in His diary
You are alone even in a group
though your life follows a closed loop
You have no allies but only agents
You are a superpower like the colourless paints
God is alone. Even He is isolated
You are the only one whom he created
You are your father, you are your mother
You are your brother, you are your sister
Everone surrounded is only you
It’s you and you alone in the queue
Sun is alone, so is the moon
You will leave your clone at the darkest noon
With the same pain, the god lets you off the freedom
Which he gave the day you were created
and which you enjoyed during a stardom which was isolated.


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