In silence, not ferocious thoughts...

Sometimes I just think, what many can, I can't

Another day I feel what many can't I can...

Then where is my fault as a human being what many are doing I am not,

Again what many are not doing I am done,

Then where that grave truth that made me different

That made me insignificant, that made me unnoticed

Even as a normal human being as much as polished

Showed me as a perfectionist seemed not be as the perfect





In silence, ferocious entity am i not

In and around my sound may grow, like blooded hot!