Abstract Mind Poem by Ashok Thakur

So
when I was hungry
There's no food,
When i was ready
There's no good.
It's up to him
What should hit my beam, ,
It's up to him
How he wanted to break my dream.
I started to walk
Long long ago,
I have watched running wind- how they blow.
I used to follow
And dive slow, very slow.
Let's touch, let's breath,
I want more, but don't know what.
See
How i bleeding, how i crying,
Oh i forgot- you can't see!
Please don't disappoint anymore, i am tiered, and i fired.