Welcome this new age of sentiments

My soul at once is at peace

A solitary gaze looks at the world

So, what if literature is my only salvation?

A man can either exist or express

Or can a man of sound reasoning express what he feels

Normality is being questioned for my madness

Social awkwardness and lonesomeness a trail

The sun, the wind understood me more than people around me

Who’s fault is it if not my artistic temperaments