Why I was born in this world
Into a broken home?
I wish I could have died
Before leaving the womb.
My life is a jock: a living tomb.
I've searched high and low
Through the window of my world.
To find my long lost mom and dad.
Where are you?
Have I been had?
Set apart, my heart feels spread.
Oh God! Help me find my folks and
Free my soul from all unspoken,
I may as well not be alive:
It's like living without light.
Poem by, Kezang Dawa (Driver)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Haunting questions life throws upon us. We all are touched by it one way or other. You found a great way to express it. Thanks for sharing.
Don't lose your heart. There is always hope for everyone. Nice write. Deeply emotional.
Living without light! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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..may be u were born to write..life is the most beautiful gift that God has bestowed upon us..
..pick up ur pen and paper..life will be very beautiful...
A very sad and touching poem narrating the great grief of the unfortunate. Congrats for it's selection as member poem of the Day.
I feel your sadness very deeply. A very fine poem.
A poem on the woes of being orphaned. Heart-rending. Exquisite poem, on hurt imposed by fate. Nobody to complain to. The entities who one would look up to in agony- the parents and God Almighty- have easily/readily abandoned the child. The question remains: Whose fault?
No wonder, the poem is selected poem of the day!
Even a life in living in darkness is yet better than no life!
Be faithful there is hope for the living!
You might have undergone some trauma or a tragic phase at some point of time, but the fact that you are here as a gifted poet in the company of so many others, makes you unique.
Why I was born in this world / Into a broken home? / I wish I could have died
Before leaving the womb / My life is a jock: a living tomb.
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