Today, I want to ask myself
What is it, that makes me weak?
It is a monotonous day round
Or the fear I abound,
The fear of being a loser-
The fear of loosing friends-
The fear of letting the hopes down
The fear of not owing the winning crown
The fear which lets me down
Is the fear of being MYSELF
My feelings are strong & deep within
Which lay unscrambled & akin
They ask me to let them out,
Share them & clear the doubt.
Then I make a promise to find,
Someone who will listen to my mind,
Someone who will take me up,
Someone who will share the cup
Someone who will make me proud
& make me feel on the 9th cloud,
Someone who will say a word
& will complete my incomplete WORLD.
PRIYA LOHCHAB
impressive poem.... nice flow and rhymes... 10 thanks for sharing
A very familiar anxiety of a young mind Very well depicted within the frame of words Its really rare to look within at this age Consolation that comes from within is a great healer No other medicine has that much power. Nicely you have shared the thoughts deep within. Thanks for this good read.
Priya, Some human frailties are common amongst us....and covers everyone, young and the very old (like me) .So relax, this feeling too shall pass. God bless. Cheers. Subroto
very well penned.............i think...week in the starting should spell as weak..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem.Liked it.A 10 for you.