Light would come: A poem

Different, different scream so loud
Inside and outside, comical sound
You aren’t like us, they call out
You can’t be like me, then I shout

People are cruel, yes sometimes
We can’t change them,  never try
Let them think, what they like
You hold your head, up very high

Squirrel, squirrel walk like the mouse
If you walk like that, you aren’t cool
If you say that, then you are the fool
One can never be another, that is truth

Thoughts we have different ones
We laugh with our loved ones
Night passes then comes the sun 
Darkness would pass, light then comes

– Jan @jahnavigouri

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