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A sense of belongingness keeps us rooted. Some people, though present physically in this world are absent mentally. They are the misfits, feels, Sailasree, in this verse, in Different Truths. 

I am a misfit in this crazy world,
I don’t know why?
I feel I don’t belong to this world,
But here I am and I don’t know why?
I am a trapped soul in a wrong frame,
Trying to live this burdened life with a smile,
But hell no…..the world is not game,
And wants me to bow down in shame,
I am a restrained pneuma who likes to be free,
Devoid of all these meaningless bondages,
But hell no…..the world is not game,
And treats me like a freaking maim,
I am a wandering psyche in pursuit of my harmony,
With situations mangling the essence of me,
But hell no… the world is not game,
And torments me like a forgotten flame,
I am a lonely spirit who just wants to be loved,
Beyond the passable realms of love,
But hell no…the world is not game,
 And shuns me like a forbidden name,
I am a lifeless entity still in existence,
Enduring the hiatus of this meaningless animation,
But hell no….the world is not game,
And gawks at me like a fatal dame,
Why do I feel the way I feel?
Is it because of the crazy world?
Or is it because of the crazy me?
I feel I don’t belong to this world,
But here I am and I don’t know why?
Am I the misfit who just wants to be happy?
Or is it the world which cannot see me happy,
Maybe I don’t belong to this world,
For the world is too crazy for a misfit like me.

Picture design Anumita Roy

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