I Have To Do Things Poem by Satya Pratik

I have things to tell,
Many stairs to climb,
From which I fell,
And words to rhyme.

Confess!
Is it easy?
I guess.
I feel queasy.

Neither the sky nor the sea,
We are ostracized,
See!
We were well advised.
To not utter,
Keep it in heart,
Don't sputter,
From the start.

It's hard to put it out,
The truth.
To shout.
They on our back like sleuth.

Do this,
Do that.
It's hit and miss.
Why can't we just sit and chat?

I have things to do,
I have places to go.
I want to have my hair blue,
To have my own slam show.

I have story to share,
I have choking in my throat
Which I want to get rid of.
Now I am not rhyming.
I don't want to break the rhythm.
But bear the rebel for few more words.
I want to do something.
And