Your life's not at stake..

Those who watch
Are they mine?
Is all fine?
Apparently, all's well..
So, one can safely say
Far from hell..
To please or displease
To simply let away
As it's too clogged up
in fine nerves
And causing troubles uncease..
Needing a corner to say
Where none to hear or pray
Strangers few visiting
Bothering not much
As the world is full of others who
too have something or the other
to say..
Where face is as it is
With no mask to make it fake
How long will one tolerate n bake
when you're all aware
you've no share of a cake?
During such times
writing without a care
definitely erases unseen
sorrows peeping at
the doors of next day..
Ah! the realization;
After all,
Your life's not at stake..