Stardust: I am Another Sun

What I am seeing is the another Sun today
Eight Minutes old

How puny am I to ponder in the past of the wasted Hydrogen atom?

And call it a present

The Juncture of survival I claim

I am Eight Minutes New

And I am yet to comprehend my existence

Am I an Extant Poem?
Will I ever ponder beyond the locution I Intertwine?

Or forever remain a Confused wordplay

Not Playing at all

I live inside the Ghost of a misspend Helium

No inferno could ever make sense

than the Sun I revolve around

I can be the morning from now on

Why Not?

I have always been a stardust

"Lizard who Smells like Rectum"

(A Perspective)

You were a sperm

Who aced the ovary's test

And since then

You have been examined and tested

Like a commodity

In each and every steps

What is world if it is not a factory?

Your qualities are being controlled

Your destiny is prescribed

You are sold in the market

Advertised in CVs

You are interviewed

Tested and it never stops

All you have is that false sense of freedom

False conviction that choices are yours to make

But Alas!

You are just like a lizard

Convicted of crime unspeakable

Arrested

Because you cannot fly

What is world if it is not a factory?

You are a raw material

Filtered in high schools

Distilled in colleges

Mocked with false choices

Crushed in the fabrics of so called reality

All ready

You are now a machine

Whose job is to please everybody

You are packed with your fancy degrees

Labeled to be sold in the market

with inhuman currencies

And then you are played with

Stripped of your dignity

Sadly

You adapt

Strategically placing your lips on the rectum of anything that promises dream

And then you try to morally justify your rape

By calling it 'Sacrifices' the world asks you to make

Nothing changes

You are still a Lizard

But now you smell like rectum

You are nothing

You are just what the market needs