I am born
And brought up
But I doubt whether I am alive
As I am kept on dark
Fed on lies
Know not where I am
I change my side
To change my fate
But it gives me the same side
I see the same sun
with the same light
as if I move
in circles
and face the same con
and same deceit
again and again
I taste the same life
And silently I am cut
with a knife
kept in dark
as I hate to shout
so I secretly cry
like a dew
no one can see
my tears are soaked up
as the layers of the carpet is very deep
I love your similes in this one. my tears are soaked up as the layers of the carpet is very deep. Like A dew no one can see.
and that will continue the dark against the light so brother keep fight/thanks to share
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice introspection leading to realization of life's intricacies. nicely written