Just now I'm told that I’m alive
Only now I know that I also have a life
Oh! How beautiful it’s to laugh
But I don’t even remember the last time when i laughed
The oldest thing I remember is my birth
I still remember when I reached this elegant earth
I founded myself crying betwixt the roads
People were watching me as I was an open hoard
But none of them came to steal it
They all went away calling me a twit
From that second I’m crying and twinging
My soul creeping and my heart burning
No one taught me how to smile
I only knew to beguile
I cheat myself everyday
By saying I’m happy and gay.
But the reality is I’m not!
A dead man can be happy only by troth
Yes! I’m dead; I was dead since my birth
I only lived for some hours in that dirt
But today in this graveyard I was known
I’ve the ability to live on my own
I’m a living-dead but now at least I can laugh
On myself and the living men who naff.
Mr Happy dead men this is nice piece life goes on as it never ends so keep on surviving till the end luwi
OH, too hard but wonderful...me too i wanna know how to smile...: d
A profound poem...Its difficult to laugh when you feel like you're always being laughed at.
This is a nice poem but it is very sad..... Beautiful poem. Aditi
beautiful wriring - who needs structure when you are writing from the heart....our soul cannot be organised. The best writing comes straight from the soul to the page without any theasorus' to edit it. SG
Interesting write. Try 'A Humorous Death' when you have a spare minute. Thanks!
A beautiful composition.It is one of my favorites from now onwards. I won't do the grammar correction.But tell me why most of your poems are sad.Do they depict your life.?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I totally agree with the first comment but I really liked the poem