Nobody is perfect

At times I keep walking in rain,

Crying out loud like an insane.

While rain drops keep washing up my tears,

I motivate myself to wipe off my fear.

To face the silent world of numerous mumbling lips,

Where miss out words of wisdom and humorous quips.

At times I sob in a dark room,

Talking to self, soaked in gloom.

While I stare at sky through skylight,

A tiny ray of sun that sneaks gives a pleasing sight,

Sometime playfully I capture it through a prism,

And perceive those colours as hope and optimism.

At times God asks me if I am Okay,

“Hey Hi! This gift of yours perfectly normal”, I say.

Now I am inured to discrimination and bully,

Also insulated my ambition from being sullied.  

This quietness is conductive to lend you my ear,

and communicate with you through my prayer.