I breathe fine but it’s not O2
Even if it is- it’s diluted
I eat fine,
there is no compromise there.
What else does one need? I asked myself
We work-earn our wages to fulfill our needs right?
At least that is where history states it started.
Shelter? -naa
Money-Naa
Love? -[that's abundant-RM inventory stock]
Life? -Sick of addressing it!
Makes me sick every second I think if it.
I scream myself out only to cause a blackout,
Not visual-but MENTAL
Like no processing is allowed
I crave for A moment of clarity,
A moment of content.
A moment of ME being ME
For this I’ve longed
It seems like it’s too costly to buy,
Like a wish only Jini can grant,
Like something which makes
IMPOSSIBLE seem impossible
Like a luxury only few got
Rest just ignore it or
are like ME &
I’m fine-just fine-I answer my friend over phone,
when actually I’m dying every Second
Bit by bit, piece by piece
Wait for it- the funny part
I’m paid for it
It’s my bread-the food-THE BASICS
How I wished basics were free,
So, I could walk my road,
Knowing I’d make it
Cos’ I got the basics free..!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem