Lonely guy with his purpose, battling surface of hatred,
Nobody got his back, they categorized him below the average.
Inner voices tears him apart, even shadows keeps a distance ,
So he looks up in sky, eyes full of questions, all upon his existence.
He then sits on a ground like a dead wood hosted by fungi,
Happiness always knocked late while sorrows waved on time.
World made him believe Humanity is just a scam to lie him beneath,
So they can carve a marks on his humbleness and break his self esteem.
Wandering around like a lost soul, would appreciate if they could casper,
But its just a fairy tale that people gets what they ask for.
Little did he know that he needs to fight against odds and evil,
Cuz Fear has been the greatest motivating factor to shape him be a leader.
Writing down what he felt and sketching humans with experiences,
Love in return of every hate like Gandhi during his movements.
The reason that changed him was he faced himself with guts,
Days used to teach him lesson, now he is mastering love.
He know what he have been through and wishes no enemy should battle,
What defines a human is his virtue when Humanity shatters.
