You

What makes you... you?  is that the carcass we abide our souls in
Is it the mind that plays nasty and ruthless tricks
Is it the heart that pounces blood in our veins
What makes you...you? is a question I have failed in the fathom to comprehend 
Is it the printed cellulose fiber the world has agreed to be accepted as currency
Is it that charade act of kindness you term missionary
Is it the zeal to rise up when there's no choice left...The failure you term as hope
What makes you? consistent what makes you persistent
When it's procrastination that you persevere at
The feud of broken dreams and in the pond of jealousy and envy you seldom reflect optimism
What makes you...you? when in order to survive you're ready to shoot
Are you a patriot or that's the threshold of gullibility where your slogans don't excite you for mutiny
Deep down you're weak and easy to be manipulated
You're vulnerable to the idea you masquerade with passive aggression
I know you shouted and I know you didn't utter a word back
What were you crying in the secluded corner?
Tears of fugitive desperation...In a span of myriad intervals
Soon you're going to beg
You term yourself right...You say it was the right thing to do
In the persuasion of the bigger picture...you never realized you were never the part in the first place
I feel pity for you...If it helps
My sympathy  burned to the extent of empathy for the mourning melancholic menace affection you crave
You say they seek attention...Isn't it what whose deprivation is making you irate
What makes you...you?  I wonder
A drop in the ocean or the ocean devoid of depth

By- Kshitij Sinha
22/04/2021

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