This Peculiar Strange World | Anupama Mishra
Oh, this weary world
this suffering world,
where I have lost all
the joys of my life,
I never asked for luxuries to come
but never expected the tempest to come,
Oh, this strange pessimistic world
the sceptic people live here,
only wishing to downscale their friends.
Oh, this selfish world
seemingly beautiful but
not really nice.
Oh, this ironic world,
which seems something else
but gives nothing,
thus ravishing the hopes
and desires of one another
the people feel joyous.
Oh, this nimble world
attracts but attacks at the back
maybe the people will call me unsatisfied,
but the truth is that
the world is made of the people
who are really stupefied.
