Common Man

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I write for a common man, as I am one of them
In the glamor of being unique Now I am left with no competition
Where the sorrow is special like the smile,
The feelings are different and loves undefined.
But I write for a common man and I write of common things
The hidden is hidden to me, The unsaid never stings.
As I write for a common main, so write the words they use
I feel the pain they feel , And I write the love that shows
I live a common life, Hence a pair of rubber slippers will do
I walk the common road, I walk along with plenty of people around
Crowd is a part of me, And I am the part of the crowd
I am a common man and I have burnish skin
My common friends are red, white and blue
And share a common table
I drink the common water, In the common glass for wine
I am a common man and I write of common things

My love is simple, And I pray to the common God
Blessing matter to me And praises do not.
I am a common man As raw as the wild
The fierce is beautiful And nature is delight.
I am a common man I wish to die alike
For the heavens unseen I crave for the pride
Just like a common man, I stand by side of the road
Night by night, engulfed in my thoughts
I hold the courage and I hold it strong
I live this un-common world, where I don’t belong.
I am a common man and I write of common things
I write for a common man, as I am one of them
But my pen is fixed and shall move no more with all my might
In this uncommon world, Now I have nothing to write.

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