Not a Nihilist
I stare in the mirror,
Each day I ask
An exact question:
“Why do I exist?”
All those girly dreams
Don’t belong to me.
Discussing it with others
Heals bruises,
But my voice—
Unheard in discussion.
They label me
A nihilist,
As if I am a man
From a Dostoevsky’s novel.
Perhaps I am,
But I believe in purpose,
I believe in hope and love.
I laugh and try to be kind,
Just unable to feel delighted.
I hate that same pattern,
The same thrills people follow.
They call it a fulfilled life;
They crave for more.
I don’t want
Their ideal and planned life.
I travel with the flow.
Shining things are guaranteed,
Contented life
Never attract my attention.
I just want
To be me,
To find a reason,
An answer:
“Why do I exist?”
By: Khushi Joshi
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