I Am Not Stone Poem by Ankit Dabral

All the things in my mind
It is time for them to rewind
What I did and what I said
What I learned and what I read
They all seem to fit
All alone now I sit
In my secluded thoughts
Memories in web of my mind were caught
They said I was precious
They said I was dubious
They said I was naughty
They said I was hottie
What they said, they believed
What I did, I was not relieved
I did things to make them please
All my clothes, I ironed and creased
For them I changed, when I never wanted to
I did all those things which I never wanted to do
Still they think I am worthless
In amazement I am speechless
I have made a mockery of my life
For excellence now I strive
They ask me, how are you doing?
With this, where are you going?
I don’t have an answer
Within myself now I cower
Do I need to do this?
Is it my bliss?
Why would I change?
Why to me it’s strange?
Whatever I do
It only consists of you
So where am I?
Why within myself I died?
It will hurt only a bit
They said, when I sit
I said, I am invincible
For every pain I am able
For all sorrows I am prone
But I am not made of stone
Should I say?
Should I pray?
Should I shout?
Should I be tout?
I do feel pain
I do like to play in rain
But I can’t
What I want
Of society looking
My every action, has a booking
What will they think?
Why can’t I wink?
Then they ask me again
Do you feel the pain?
I don’t, I say
I give it a play
But in a hushed tone
I am not made of stone
I say, from within a volcano
Solid outside, inside hollow
When will I erupt?
Thought stops abrupt
Then I ask
Unveiling my mask
Why can’t I listen to my own moan?
Am I made of stone?