criticism..

criticism are the homing pigeons ..these always return home with the different vocals,
you shower disrepute for any for no biological reason.. but in heart you know spreading lies are local,

that simply remains with you all the times.. haunting you.. or rather asking.. why.. short of some better words,
that could be used instead.. but arrogance.. power.. fame.. or all that was mirage.. gone in secs.. making you nerds,

of one void.. of one forum of thinking.. that believes in.. questioning n flying off reputations are their rights,
then do you live in glass house sir.. you will never answer to these all i know.. reason.. i have no might,


or the authority as the common person.. any way.. why i suffer more coz i put me first before saying words,
to all those positions that are difficult.. i reach their first.. i do the tasks.. n then i ask.. young are you nerds,

who could n can do nothing of the sort that i can n i have been doing even while i m double of your age,
n i know criticism are the homing pigeons n these always return home with venom.. hence i better care for my cage,

in which i live.. i live in house though.. anyway.. its better for some to live within with their peculiar feels,
neither are their hands dirty.. nor are their words.. they are the holy n the holiest.. lets see where they reach with such zeal.....

                                  i  am fine...:)