Being content with my own beliefs,
Others’s never mattered to me,
The sense of irritation I face now,
With someone not like minded like me,
Is it just me or a problem for all?
A constant restlessness, a burning fire,
That goes off when the memories go live,
But sparks higher when the reality strikes,
May be I am the only one, may be not,
Only a twenty something can know for sure.
By- Sweety Pateliya