LET ME
let me stay in this darkness
this cool cemetery where I feel akin to the dead souls
the murmur of the rivulet passing by
the cool breeze carrying the fragrance of unknown flowers
they bring me memoirs of the golden past
of the dead and alive alike
and rejuvenate me for the rest of my life
I am tired of this present life this ghetto
full of mockery lies and misinterpretations
this cosmetic changes crocodile tears
and showbiz lip service without heart
let me reside in my own cell alone
aloof from the eyes of so-called civilised people
in my own dreamland near the grave close to the earth
Rajkumar- Mumbai
Going away from nature, and our true selves generates this feeling. You are truly right, in search a false life, that deceives, time comes when we stop listening to our hearts and souls therefore, deep down inside we start feeling like a caged animal at zoo who has a better place to live, better, timely, food to have but its eyes can't see the horizon. Still, life is beautiful for those who respects it and respect others, as one would like to respect oneself. Thanks for sharing Mr. Mukherjee a sure 10
The life throws a plethora of beautiful things. Let me enjoy it till I breathe my last!
i like this one! we are all tired of the artifical society.i looks like it comes from the heart.thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the presentation of this piece is highly intellectual..unique in its own way, expressing full transparency about rejuvinate, renew, regenirate and born again.. naizz