In middle of brightness,
You in black.
In middle of crowd,
You in silence.
In middle of nowhere,
You in free dom.
A shadow in the sparkly gown.
The openly secret laws of the world;
The scratched surfaces of the hands.
Your "Accidents" are shackles of freedom.
The burden of mind that gets covered in "genius!";
The violence in hands that remained for "ignorance";
The silent screams that got discovered in the hanging ropes;
My plead;
To the ignorant ones,
Argue not!
Unbind your tongue,
Just this one time, "Sorry".