With a dream of being accepted one day,
I made myself as the society required,
With a dream of being its part one day,
My inner self almost got expired.
Big huge rule book is what they had in hand,
And even for once if you live by your own,
Cherishing your dreams with an enlightened soul,
Ironically, for this society you will never be known.
Rules were way too strict,
And the space to make mistakes and then learn was almost null,
Cautious should be your way of life,
Else you will be considered useless and dull.
The fight was about the strong opinions,
The fight took the face of hatred,
The fight was to be supreme,
And this world since then could never become sacred.
Withdrawing my name from this journey,
I now deny to be accepted and follow,
Whom did I dream to be a part of?
When itself everything around is hollow.
-Stuti Kapoor
STUTI'S WORLD 