I really want to
weep because of this strain
Not by sitting
on the dirty drain
Or by hiding
somewhere behind the train.
Nor I will cry in
the rain
For my tears
will be in vain
The eyes that sees me will
feel no pain;
Although I don't want
them to gain
The pain that flows through my vein
After feeding on
the entire brain,
The organ which we
consider the main;
Now, I feel I am
already slain
Although I am
resting on a windowpane
With my right hand
still holding a pen
The left with a
notebook, just plain.
The only solution is to pull the mane (Photo courtesy: Click LINK) |
I ain't sure how to
free from this chain
But I know, I am
forced to remain
And to others, I
try to maintain
That I am not
turning insane
Though such agony
is difficult to restrain
Even after being a
mature man;
Sometimes, I wish I
can complain
The toxin
that it does contain
The severity of
this sprain
But I can, only if
I abuse cocaine
Which I think is
just inane
Something that
I always disdain.
The only
solution I retain
For now, is to weep by
pulling my mane.
“It’s not the load that BREAKS you down, it’s the way you carry it” –
LOUHOLTZ
Nice write up with nice rhyming word man.
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DeleteEloquently composed. Loved going through albeit seeing stain of pain in every line. Hope you get out of this quagmire soon. Thanks Dumcho Sir. Tk care.
ReplyDeleteSangay sir thank you for visiting my page and dropping the comments. I hope to get out of it very soon.
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