I am so common, I am the CM!
Oh, no, you thought me the CM, the Chief Minister! Never Mind! It’s me, the Common Man! It’s so Common Me!
I am so remembered, yet fully ignored!
I am so characterless, so prevalent, so common, that’s why I am Common Me!
I am the Cursed Moon! So cursed that nobody would be with me, would never praise me, forget worshipping me; worst, everybody say I am Common, I am Me, but check the reality, so cursed and corrupt I am made to be that I never make it to the wish and the to-be list of any Corrupt Man, any Common Man! So Cursed and hated, I am Common Man, I am!
I am so hot, I am so cold! I am so sexy and glamourous that I am sold at once!
I am so ridiculously Characterless Man! I am always with and on and in every man, every woman, every leader, every fellow, every teacher, every follower, every politician, every voter, every economist, every strategist, every philosopher, every prophet, everybody! I am so common, so prevalent, so much present in mention, every talk, every column, every speech, every agitation, every movement, every plan, every budget, under the carpet, every chowk, every bazaar, every turn, every corner, every road, even footpath, every house, every home, every place, every state, so much so everywhere, don’t you forget the constitution! So Characterless and Common I am!
So prevalent yet so helpless and so lonely!
Never a destination, Never the Destiny!
I am always cited, recited; but never am I Mantra the Sacred!
I am always on the talk on the red Carpet, but I am always kept under the carpet!
I am always so wildly celebrated, but I am never the celebrity!
I am always called an inspiration, but nobody wants me even in their wildest desperation!
Yes, CM! I am so much so the Common Man!
~ Prabeen Kumar Pati