Wandering on the streets
Nothing to think
Aimless wd no destiny
and No hope to live
Society stares to me
Yet I am happy
I know
There is so much to do
Yet so less to live............
The whores in the street
Stares to me
I ask to a pretty one
I am drunk
Will you let me live
She has a lovely eyes
love where i can see
but society
where hate stares to me
explains to me...
but Yes I know
There is so much to do.......
Yet so less to live..........
Isolated depressed and dull
I again wander the street
Enter in the cheap pub
With Cheap booze and smoke of the weed
Yes I have a belief
I will find my destiny
But alas
The society again stares to me
Yes u dun hap to tell me
That
There is so much to do.......
Yet so less to live.......
Expectation and competition
Hopes and desires
I found in everyone
Except me
The disappointment and hatredness
I got to see on every eyes
That stares to me......
helpless and numb
I sit in those streets
Oh dear
There is so much to do
Yet so less to live......
So less to live.........
(u will find it really of horrible taste, but this poem is fr me only me)
this is a master piece from u sir.. i am not saying for just saying's sake but as a person who also has to bear the expectation and hopes from everyone that sumtimes freak me out that i want to give damn and sink down low.....such a haywire poem but having a very essence of life and charm... thanx for such a wonderful creation.
ReplyDeleteCool! Liked the way u have scattered ur feelings! don limit it withing the pattern! go freeeeeeeeeeee! :))
ReplyDelete*With Cheap booze and smoke of the weed / Yes I have a belief / I will find my destiny*
ReplyDelete--> i think you just found ur destiny :P great work. keep up!!! i'll come ard.
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