A Spoilt Child Poem by Kevin Joy Varghese

A Spoilt Child, Oh that's me,
born in this world just to plead.
Holding my anguish beneath this face,
atleast I'm willing to pass just through this phase.

Tons and tons of failure,
affecting my stance of behaviour.
Love and affection of everyone,
when I look back at my life, well I'm no one.

But today, on this day, I just want to cry,
and if Lord permit, I just will to not die.

Holding back this stream in isolation,
but, O God, I come to you in full adoration
having you close throughout this day,
just help me to find my way.

Doubtful, it is, that I'm present for nothing,
in the dreams, it is to have everything.
An ask to end this voyage on a high,
not to regret in senescence with a sigh.

A Spoilt Child, Oh that's me,
born in this world just to plead.