Restless Lives Poem by Pragathi Pamarthi
Restless Lives
Running and running
Tired and tired.
Shortness of breath,
Shortness of time.
Bruised and bleeding,
Alone and grieving.
Stuck in memories,
Kick starting things.
Tired of looking,
At the tired faces.
It is getting over,
The hired happiness.
It's like a fossil fuel
these days.
Hard to get,
Easy to find.
Because there's,
There's nothing
To pay it.
To pay for joy,
To pay for trust,
To pay pay for promise,
To pay for love.
Lend us, coz'
We're tired of living
Our same old
Restless lives!
Interesting - Are we tired of living? ;) I wrote one with title " Restless" .
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Pragathi P. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
Very true words you have brought in your poetry. Indeed we all run a never ending race and a sprinkle of love just is a bliss beyond any understanding. Beautifully penned. Great many admirations. Thank-you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A poignant bit of verse, well articuated and nicely brought forth with conviction....