leaving your school bag on the way
you came with us
walking and asking questions
after questions
why do people call you crazy
why your every well intentioned action
invites a snide remark
why do not people understand your intentions
pure as they often are
we were worried about your bag
but you were not
your friends will take it away
but then you do not have enough friends
why do not good people have many friends
how will i answer that question,
so i kept quiet, you insisted
and then i said, may be because people like you
are seeing far into future,
friends can not keep pace with your dreams
you talk things that appear hoax to them
they wil doubt you,
they will despise you
my dear Kaif,
it is your destiny
and i can not tell you any easy path ahead,
but i can assure you that thereare some
who understand your pain
do not ever give up
i can not design a new world
where young people with dreams will
craft new rules of relationships
where faith not doubt will pervade
where hope not despair determine
quoatas of mistakes granted to every inhabitant
be there, Kaif, be there