The Irony
The irony stares at me
Nonchalantly.
As the inevitable happens
So it might as well be
Except for reality.
Why the confusion.
The illusion
The lust.
To live. To rise above
The irony stares at me
Constantly reminding
Me of myself
And my inadequacy.
The irony laughs at me
For the joke is not you
But the whole of humanity.
On each and every
Personality.
I try standing,
Embracing the fear
I try living
Through the tears.
The irony stings
Like a honey bee
Sweet yet bitter
Piercing through
Dream? Or was it reality?
Contributed and written by Amartya Sinha
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