Prabesh Satyal
My troubling office and my terrifying home
My wandering heart and my trolling mind
What a great pity!
You missed the beauty
You didn’t see the big in small
You need to feel joy in your fall
How do I get joy from my bruises?
Why should I take smoothness in ridges?
No, I just feel what I ought to feel
Collect memories from a lengthy reel
It’s up to your soul engulfed by pity
Squeezed up on neck dissected by duty
Well it’s up to you to feel what you quest
Embrace the beauty the world has skipped
Life is fair for what you get for given
Happiness is a feeling that you embrace
