Comman Man

Hurrying through the day,

A common man makes his way;

There are a million things he has to say,

But with his silence he chooses to play..

To the brutal reality,

His dreams he sells;

In his thoughts’ fraternity,

Silently everyday he yells..

He is aware of the truth and the injustice being done,

But he knows that time’s on a run;

And so over morality and brutality,

His family he prioritizes..

He rips his soul off everyday,

For being mute;

But life’s one harsh truth,

He ought not refute;

That in the process of cleansing the dirt,

Its you who’ll get filthy first..

So he quietly sails through;

His not so great life,

And in the end says to himself:

“May be I was wrong;

But I did what was right”