I lie,
Fighting desperately
In a dirty corner of Brace Bridge
Wrapped in rags
And carefully sealed,
Inside a plastic bag.
While somewhere close by,
Someone is counting every minute
Waiting for my cries to be muffled
And for my breathe
To be stifled
But I refuse to oblige….
I refuse to oblige
And to give up my right
My right to move and cry
And draw attention
To my plight
Tell me,
Why should I lie here?
Wasting away with each hour
Why should I cling to life desperately?
Don’t I deserve anything better for me?
For don’t I have
The right to live?
The right to eat?
The right to breathe?
Tell me,
Why should I succumb
To your deeds?
My creators,
Tell me,
Why should I die,
To give you peace inside! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Resurrection and rendezvous repercussion with the harsh reality of life in a trifold manner--1) what life unfolds to one 2) what you cater to life and 3) the projected parameters of basic and other requirements of life as such....compact and well delivered...10+++