Sadness on my face is now resembles to a demonic possession
I don’t think for the right being done in a right way
When we spend hours of hours doing work but still everything is undone
I see the cruel kindness of the people judging me again
For the sins I did in my past, they don’t believe that I am now changed
I am sad for the regret that had fallen upon me
When time exist for others, it has gone now forever for me
Makes me cry often while carrying my fate over my shoulders
I have opened my pages, but others have sealed theirs in a folder
I am lost in a path which no one knows where it goes
Others have become master of their dreams; I still don’t have eyes to close
I know I won’t hold the cup of this marathon of life
But would carry the Pride that I had participated
I have million dreams to live in my only life
To fly my own kites for others to see
And to hide the clouds of my life hindering my present
So that the sky of my life is a colorful garden of stars
To enlighten the folly darkness
And finally to rise above all.
Written by: Ashish Dutt
Ashish Dutt.
Strict Restrictions to Publish, under Proprietary Rights. Patent to the Admin: ASHISH DUTT
Thanks for reading my poem and please leave your comments down below.
No comments:
Post a Comment