Plight Of Discontentment Poem by Litton Prosad

Unspoken Words cries out within
You never winked in my heart
Never did you look in my eyes
You never knew what I felt.

Your world seems so wide
Aspiration of flying with birds
Are you dreams of everyday?
You never knew the feeling within
Your conscience died with your dreams.

Your thoughts are endless
Never did you see what I felt
You love to build your castle in the air
Killing all my love and joys.

Wingless though as you are
Yet you seem to fly
Kicked by your ruthless rudeness
Dies the young dove of love.

Your attitude doesn’t like simplicity
You never knew what was important
Insensitively you went to a wrong road
Never knowing where it ends.

You loiter around a burned bush
Loosing all goodness and zeal
You suffer in diseases that never heals
For you are never contended
With what you really have
What you really are.