The world is obsessed

with expect the unexpected

swimming to reach the shore

where everyone hides who they are.

An unprotected world with rejected hearts

streets filled with broken parts

and gazing afar before time, many a mile

said everyone with a smile.

Now, it’s time to cry a while

loneliness said to the man on my side

why don’t you just tell me you are sad

I asked, I don’t want to be treated badly, he said.

why would anyone treat you bad

for being just sad?

for happiness, I can wait and face the fate

but being expected is what I hate.

He said,

we are here to be ourselves

even with a measureless hollow

but that’s not the style, the World follows.

~ Rupa Dupati

Sathupalli, India