Burden of being me
My mother tried and cried
To mould me into a good child
I thank my mum for the effort
My father, tempted, attempted
To understand why I was wild
Bordered on abuse his effontery
Society double struggled
To make my manners mild
by law and order enforcement
God knows I fight day and night
Apply my mind to be good and kind
I arrive at the same rhetorical retrospective what fors
This is me
Whatever you think and believe, the being you see is me
The burden of being me
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Sone qualites define you you need to brush them up.... that's your identity. If someone wants to change you that is never in my list....you better be known to everyone through your deeds that us outcome of who you really are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some fine qualities of 'Being Human' inculcated at very early age made you what you are a wonderful poet and a thinking and caring Bro...Wishing you a very happy and prosperous year to come.