I’m Impossible (Sonnet 1272) | Abhijit Naskar | Bulletproof Backbone

I don’t need to play word games,
to say, impossible means I am possible;
my existence is epitome of the impossible.
I don’t make plans, I make purpose,
then the purpose plans me, into unstoppable.

Does that mean, loneliness doesn’t bother me,
Of course it does – it makes the torture worse.
Anybody who says, they enjoy loneliness,
is either lying or plain narcissistic retard.

But then again, just when I feel super gloomy,
I remember my responsibility to my world family.
Time and again, my purpose drags me out,
Electrifying my veins with incorruptible duty.

¡Viva la humanidad, viva la familia mundial!
Long live humanity, long live world family!
Whenever you are down, take refuge in purpose;
Your purpose will reawaken your invincibility.