I am a human being,
a tiny speck of life,
a mere object,
or maybe just a shadow,
cast by the traditions,
the rules of the society.
I am a ‘free’ citizen,
but locked inside my flesh,
is my spirit, my soul,
no more than just a slave.
I am myself,
with my own ideas and dreams,
but when the time comes,
they all turn to dust,
and a mere object,
I’ll always be.
I am the captain,
of the ship of my life,
but no more in control,
now the waves take me,
where they want me to go.
I am my own life,
but it’s no longer my choice,
my decisions matter no more,
all the aspirations,
were only born to die.
I am flesh and blood,
but my spirit has left me,
it could handle no more,
my soul has departed,
now the flesh and blood,
is a mere object,
in the hands of society,
it decays and rots,
till the day comes,
when it mixes with the dirt,
and the pain is no more.
it decays and rots, till the day comes, U r gifted hugs for this one rehan
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I would like to translate this poem
I am, you are, we are...a mystery-but amazingly so.