Our future beholds surprises to be unfolded with time. We all are living a lie, trying to pretend, copying our ideals and show off things that doesn't count , to me atleast. So far the life I have lived it taught me how all are hostages to themselves by losing their endemic speciality. This poem is a sarcastic taunt to those (including me) who are running a race with billions forgetting their roots.

Hostage:13
Get up you nothing for good lazy man.
Time for another role to play,
Cover your face to get recognition in this outlay.
I will applaud only for a Hero,
And mock at a zero.
You all xerox machines
Scan, copy and print pages
Finish your part and get in your cages.
Waking up with a new update,
Which is installing till date.
"Installation complete" I get a notification,
Only to add to my list of procastination.
Your mind is devasted with the collasal debris of thoughts,
That needs to be cleared off or it could not be fought.
Prick yourself to let you know everytime, that it's you.
Reveal your identity to let others accept you.
If pretending was beneficial then we are criminals,
As I guess fake would be more geniune than originals.
Leaping, hopping around different characters,
Is not rectifying your own character.
Instead you are a venomous poison to your virgin character.
Feel guilty for your mistake,
As you have violated the rules to dictate.
Hefty price needs to be paid,
As I said you are getting laid.
Mourn for your loss and search the dwindling depths of your soul to see your luck toss.
The coin is swirling around and twirled making a grumpy sound of his fate.
One's oneness is only one of a kind.
So my fake mask just made me a general class passenger.
No! I will not tolerate this lucarative fake deal.
As I know my destination is waiting for me to heal,
I'll run to her and be a individual in countless 'ones'.

I am short of words to express my gratitude for the love I received from my viewers. You will never fall asleep as I am here to share my work and you all to express your interest. srushchawhan I always think upon the moments when I was challenged by you to write a poem and till date I thank myself as a friend I got.
Down below there's a video song of this poem made for poemalovers.