Social CircusA Poem by MaanThe world we are living in, has become a circus.The life you’re living The life I’m living Is no more than a stone attached with a strong thread swirling by an unknown someone Your life is a show My life is a showcase Like a puppet or some magician show Playing there acts in their stalls So dependant, with skillful subordinates of no skillful masters But all of them get so admiration Like they are gods of some sort Some of us are like the caged animals Relying completely on our untrained masters Some of us are the birds the victims of the magic show We have no trainer Nor some inspiration The pretenders we got The pretenders we are We’re living worst than the animals They are what they are We are what we learn to show We’re just like the clowns Trying to spread smiles But all we are doing is scaring kids We have become a part A part of never ending circus With no hope of alteration the scene With no intentions to breathe Because we have become a part A part of the social circus
© 2012 MaanAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMaanKarachi, Sindh, PakistanAboutNot really much to say about what I am or anything about me. Its like I've never find myself in the spheres of something and something not, I always wander somewhere in between them, all I get is the .. more..Writing
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