Being An Average

Being an average is a sin of sins,
It's something that involuntary pins.


Like an early morning mist, suspended in air,
Not a possessor of an impeccable flair;
Neither can it be a part of clouds and roam;
Nor can it even be a part of rivulet and be home.


You know,you have it in you ,to be there,
But still not enough to cause a glare;
You know , you don't belong to those miserable lot;
But still both share the common plot.



Being an average is a sin,
Something you can't do without a gin.



Poetry by Anuj Tripathi
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Written on 2008-02-18 at 06:42

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