Why compare?

how much I hate to be compared

wow! With what speed

I am discarded

from life’s race

just like the bad dream or

bad in dream.

they make it layer after layer

but life is unfair

it doesn’t peels me enough

to show my true colour

my real flavour

is hidden

how much I love the world

I have never spoken!

wow! They call me defeated

in life’s race

oh! what a disgrace

life without praise

but I still walk straight

still help like insane

I am no mad

i always had a head

but heart spoke more

to me

for my plays

how much I love to help

even you

if you give me a place

do not compare me

for the ones

dead in their days

for I live

with vision

I should be given

some place

to work

to feel

to grow

to heal

I don’t say

the best of the place

for me

but a little most praise

a little less stress

I too will live

then

without being upset