You Say Poem by Neela Nath Das

You say you
don't care
me and myself.
You say you have
innumerable fans
and friends.
I don't have
except one.
I love bird,
you shot them.
I love rose,
you tear it.
I love home.
You? Road.
You vagrant.
Me? A romantic fool..
You are beautiful,
me, ugly.
So no love,
no feud,
no connection
or interaction.
Join party
if you wish,
change boy friends,
if you long to.
My path gets into
a lane near
stupidity street.
Yours to global market.
Happiness has
thousand definitions.
Yours are yours,
mine is mine.