Life for him was in reverse gear,
Still he tried to join every pair.
Always there for others sake,
But as he was a boy,
For the world he was fake.
There was an infinte void within him,
But no one ever understand his pain.
Finally, the demons covered his heart and paralaysed him,
And then, no one ever saw him again.
Life for him was in reverse gear ... The demons covered his heart and paralyzed him, ... And then, no one ever saw him again.
So many stories of similar nature appear in newspapers everyday with a tragic ending. The poet has deftly crafted the whole imagery thus unfolding the gravity of the situation. Thanks. A normal human being. Facing pressure and affliction everyday, Physically, socially and emotionally, Until the day he broked down completly.
I have read this poem three times already. Keep it up Kripa. Thanks for sharing.
I love this poem. I think it is wonderful. It goes straight to the heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is my second visit to this poem. The more I read this poem the more I am taken over by its humility and its genuine expression. This is a favourite poem now. Thanks, Dear Sir.
Thankyou so much.... And dont say sir... I am just 19