I am not a bad person
Just covered in pile of dirt
Layers and layers and layers
Layers of pain and hurt
Look at me closely though
Through the dark of skin
A treasure chest of love
You shall find within

The only person who can judge you is You
The only one you need to compare yourself with is You
The only one you need to be better than is You
The only person who matters is You

The only hands that’ll work on your dreams are Yours
The only feet that will bear the brunt are Yours
The only voice that you can hear is Yours
The only efforts that count are Yours
The only body that can heal your wounds is Yours
The only mind you can understand is Yours
The only heart that’ll know your pain is Yours
The only life you can define is Yours

The only one who can inspire you is You
The only person who can break your heart is you
The only person who can make you happy is You
The only one is You

Let me write a poem today
Now that the internet is down
A deadly virus has locked us
I can’t go out in town

Let me write a poem today
No friends or foes to call to
Unimportant work around
Very little else to do

Let me write a poem today
Though my heart feels nothing
Writing might trigger an emotion
About someone somewhere something

I’m drowning in the fire
Burning in the sea
Oh what an irony my life
Is turning out to be

When men stop dreaming
Sharks stop swimming
When men stop trying
Fleas stop flying
When crows stop crowing
Skies stop snowing
When dogs stop biting
I’ll stop writing

I ain’t good at dreaming
Beaming, screaming, scheming
Ain’t either good at dancing
Prancing, financing, romancing
I thought I was good at math
But no it’s not like that
I’m only good at being kind
And that counts for nothing

I ain’t good at flying
Crying, trying or replying
Neither am I good at sighing
Lying, prying or dying
I thought I was good at everything
But I ain’t good at anything
I’m only good at being kind
And that counts for nothing

Should I learn some knitting
Splitting, gritting or quitting?
Should I do some reading
Breeding, feeding, kneading?
Or should I learn how to run
Or finally get some work done
I’m only good at being kind
And that counts for nothing

I’m not good at being good
Drinking, thinking or eating food
Or being the best that I could
Or doing what I should
I ain’t good at looking ahead
Or even at looking behind
I’m only good at being kind
And that counts for nothing

When my thoughts keep circling round my head
When I get tired just lying in my bed
When I feel lost with all the things I’ve had
There’s no new pain to show ’em
I don’t wanna write a poem

I stare at the page in front of me
And the blank page keeps staring back at me
While my old pen refuses to write for me
I feel like I don’t know ’em
I don’t wanna write a poem

Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I sit and cry
None of the times I have a reason why
All the ideas in my head just die
I’m too lazy to sow ’em
I don’t wanna write a poem

Sometimes I love, sometimes I hate my rhymes
I keep discarding my poems all the time
There should be a law to hang me for this crime
I should never throw ’em
But I don’t wanna write a poem

Give me a little sunshine over my head
I’m lying sick on my winter bed
I want to move out but my legs are so dead
But I’ve hope in my heart

These empty streets remind me of days
When terror ruled and she had her ways
When Death looked straight at my face
But I’ve hope in my heart

It’s doom it seems from the news I’ve read
Every disaster shows we’re unprepared
I see Nature laugh while humans dread
But I’ve hope in my heart

The end of the world – a mother says
We’ve ran too long without a race
We could be wiped out without a trace
But I’ve hope in my heart

It takes all sorts of people to ru(i)n this world
The lying politician
The corrupt officer
The greedy lawyer
The immoral doctor
The obsessed scientist
The unethical accountant
The cheating husband
The lying wife
The careless mother
The careless father
The rebellious son
The depressed daughter
The crazy inciter
The blind follower
The You
The Me
It takes all sorts of people to ru(i)n this world

It was many a nights ago
When the clock was hitting four
When I heard a feeble sound
Like someone crying at my door

In my haste I got up or so
Dropping my work right on the floor
Just to see what was going on
Just who was crying at my door

When I opened it I saw
Something I had never seen before
A shocking sight greeted my eyes
A little seed crying at my door

Before I could utter a word
Before I could even implore
It said, “Will you be kind enough to help
A little seed crying at your door?

“All I need is a small favour
It is not much what I ask for
I’ve been pleading but nobody’s helped
A little seed crying at their door

“I know how big I can grow
But today I’m a seed and nothing more
Kill me now when the pain is small
A little seed cries at your door

“They’ve killed my parents and many more
Tomorrow, they’ll come for me for sure
Kill me now oh gentle Sir,” said
A little seed crying at my door

Like all the others it asked before
Her plight too I chose to ignore
“There’s little I can do to help
A little seed crying at my door

“Go back to your home I say
You’ll have a better future for sure”
Everyone knew I was only lying to
A little seed crying at my door

Off it went to another home
With the same hope as it did before
Thinking someone would be kind enough to help
A little seed crying at their door

Now so many nights have passed
That tale tears me to the core
Each time that I think about
The little seed crying at my door

Is there no remedy or cure
For all the time my heart outpours
Wondering what must have happened to
The little seed crying at my door?