Weak Human Race….

I was standing, lost in my view

In my thoughts about my life

Having niche for a few

A horn, loud indeed, sharp too

Brought me back to mundane, tangible world

I realized I am at the gate of the city zoo

Smiled at my world of dreams

Looked at the cars, loud screams

Walked on the lane looking at tree

I was really feeling, “I am happy, I am free”

Three bikes, speeding and performing cuts

Heavy exhaust by them, ridden by some nuts

I noticed many pairs of eyes staring at me

Breaking my comfort, instilling insecurity

Breaking my believes about myself to be free

I know I am good looking, so what, is this a sin

Why can’t I roam freely? Kicking a can of tin

My ears then wanted to be deaf,

Hearing words, so hurting, so offensive

Comments wrapped in grim, crap

Anger turned into a small tear

I felt in my heart some fear

Then I questioned, am I wrong

If not, why to bear this, why not to be strong

I raised my head, with confidence in my eyes

Shouted loud, “shut up you scoundrels”

A shout out of rage, much large then my size

And amazed I was, happy and glad to see

Those self proclaimed heroes were running away, to flee

People all around, some were praising some were afraid

Some were consoling; I was thinking the encounter I just had

With shine in my eyes, I splashed water on my face

And went ahead, watching the weak human race.