Beneath The Skin... Poem by ARSHAJ GAIKWAD

I’ve seen it all go,
And I reap the seeds, I sow,
All the sorrows and distrust,
I feel like a stranger at my door.

This day no one cares,
Of the crises below,
With their heads held high,
They walk, to places no one knows.

And all this weight I bear,
On my shoulders, they feel sore,
There are no relationships to care,
I don’t feel happiness anymore.
And yet I try to forgive,
Myself for all my sins.
As I try to redeem myself,
And the goodwill, beneath my skin…

(TO BE CONTINUED..)