Biased


I am biased just for my need,

Not with my hopes but even with my desires.

Biased, yes I am biased ,
I am biased even with my unraveled ire.

May be I am not real,
May be I am not strong.

I am biased,
Just, yet I am biased.

I am biased with my thoughts,
With the perplexing one and even with the one that makes perfect sense.

Even the night quarrels with the day,
“He is biased , you know he is biased”.
Day , the smart one says to the night,
“I know he is, but it’s ok to be biased”.

My clothes says I am biased,
My Shoes says I am biased.

I am biased , yes I am biased.

My right decisions complains to the wrong one,
you know “he is biased”.
Wrong agrees with the right ,
“yes he is biased”.

The girl I stare says I am biased,
even her eyes says I am biased.

I am biased , yes I am biased.

Friends says I am biased,
Family says I am biased.

Even the conflict between life and death,
resolves with the sentence “He is biased”.

I am biased, yes I am biased.

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