Why do we wake up,
Just to go back to sleep?
The sleep where our mind
Closes it's eyes to shut out from the world;
The weeping kid 
Standing before your car window for alms.
The limbless man who sits on the footpath 
While you walk past him.
The regular eyeless man in the bus 
whom you can't help but think is a fraud.
The innocent orphans in documentary you watched.
The homeless man who sits in front of the durgah, 
Waiting for his lonely death.
And it goes on, but you have enough.
You shut your eyes from within
And close your heart's door.
Gently, and slowly, you master the art 
Of ignorance.
You learn to avoid other's sorrows
And see your joy instead 
And then you are ready-
No, perfect, a complete match;
Fit to live in this world.