Ask not where those mediocre minds dwell?

Seek what there is not in the lines of great minds

Once you walk into the pleasures of ego there is no escape

Whole world and even God seems to be mediocre

One is ready to go any length to preserve one’s individuality

Normal and mere ordinary life of happiness looks mediocre

Madness and lunacy makes all sense but not conformity

Awake and arise my child the sun has not set yet within your soul

Such mind as yours O philosopher are born in centuries

Where is the wisest Socrates?

Hiding somewhere under a spell

For the reasoning of mind is always strangled to death by faith