come, befriend me
but be forewarned
i welcome not the faint-hearted
for i am what i am;
a young soul
trapped in an aged body
limbs, thoughts; rendered useless
a wavering candle flame
to be put off by
the slightest breeze
i sit, walk on four legs
(not that it makes me any faster though)
i stare at empty walls
vapid faces look through me
searching perhaps
signs of sanity
i don't disappoint
the viewers
picking up the nearest thing
i throw or hurl abuse-
pure amusement
a different drama altogether
well! you are warned hereby
stay away, stay back
don't put out your filthy hand
for friendship (in a moment of sudden weakness)
leave me alone!
condemned to my destiny. good bye!
This poem exemplaphies pure brilliance...and if this poem is about you then you are as young as you want to be. It is manifest destiny that you be whom ever you want to be, and there is no reson to impress anybody who is doing nothing for you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'a wavering candle flame to be put off by the slightest breeze' Hi Sreelekha, This is mine... your words became my experience as my heart started beating faster reading your writing. I could never be an outsider reading this poem. I am in it till the very end... it'd stay with me. I am so glad I stumbled upon you... love your writing! Deva