Mediocrity.

Your breath stank of mediocrity

your words were filled with despair

your condition was terminal

your personality beyond repair

Your beliefs were  the carcass of your ancestral fears

you spewed them as and when

the neighbors were a victim of your continuous 

unapologetic rant

You linked your beliefs to what you thought

the society actually felt

But a group of people without vision

were just a zombie camp 

To this zombie camp 

you proudly said you belonged

but little do you know

that you are ill-informed 

Sometimes in the name of religion

Sometimes in the name of faith

you kept repeating those words

kept making the same mistake

Till one day you met a woman

who spun your world around

she told you to step out the line

find your own ground

You didn't listen to sound advice

you just listened to the sound

for the advice you receive 

might not be important

till the advice is own self found

So your breath still stinks of mediocrity

and with mediocrity you shall die

unless you search your conscience and tell your fears goodbye

Connect the dots and not all dots might connect today

but one day when they all make sense

you'll thank thee that day

Everyone deserves greatness

Mediocrity is small play.

Sharul Channa