You must be thinking that
I am sad. I have a sullen face.
I do not laugh and my heart
Is not light. I am not like that.
I have gone through many
Bright moments. I have laughed
Till I felt choked. I have heart
As light as the feather of a sparrow.
I have not sad now. I am silent.
Silently watching different
Types of game people are playing.
How they change before you
Utter ah!
I am not taking part directly.
I have lost my interest in me.
I no more play games to survive.
I don't feel sad and sorrow.
You can say I am dead
But I am not
I have a heart like you
It feels the pain you go through
It beats fast in joy when you are happy
I just keep my lips pressed together
And that is the magic
I live this life as an observer
Nice and transparent write.... Thank you for the poem being shared... pc
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think most poets/writers live in part the observers role - an excellent poem, and a 10
Your comment and rating have been great inspiration for me Sir. My regards.