This, that is a pimple that needs to be squeezed,
Even with the glare, it should be pressed,
These cells that are in competition,
You thought they are in the cells,
Experts say they are the cells,
None that you can be able to sell,
Growing with repetition,
Abnormally causing pain,
Sorrow comes only at nights,
Inside they think they have refuge,
But you condemn them, you refuse.
They get so hot to boil, doc says they’re boils,
You have heard stories, seen movies,
But these animals in you keeps spreading,
A step ahead is only by faith,
But you are determined, a world of fists,
By and by the spread stops, fast,
Soon you shall tell a story, fell off stories,
Fell the monster, to raise the youngsters.
You care for humanity & animosity,
They both call for pity,
But you ain’t driven by pity,
It’s humanity to animals, Yeah,
That you have executed, fought & won,
Loved by animals, adored by humans,
But again, we all are animals.
Can’t believe that you are sick now,
And I am here laughing with you,
How was I to know,
You never told me,
But what’s a journey without a traveller?
What’s environment without existence?
Still, what could we be without trials?
I don’t need to wait for nightfall,
Not all stars shine in darkness,
I shouldn’t wait for moonshine,
This far I know you are fine, you shine,
If sun shines, the vines will blossom,
And no way you hit rock bottom,
Your star is up there, in moon & sunshine,
A story in the wall, engraved in hearts.
A warrior, conquerer