The day I stop being myself
And go out of my way
To please your dubious
Ans selfish desires,
That will be the sad day
I would become your shadow
With no reason to exist
In a World of uncertainties!
That clouded day,
My inner-self would die
Becoming simply
A toy of your choice
To joyfully play
In your well designed game...
My sensitive heart
Would become a playground!
That painful day
I stop being myself,
The word 'Freedom'
Will automatically be erased
From my reservoir of rich words!
Peace of mind will become
Definitely a total fiction!
That frighten and gray day
Will be the end of me!
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Powerful perspective my friend. Our world needs this great message as we a quickly losing the art of individuality.
..there can never be an end of you as your writings will remain immortal..your words will breathe life for centuries and after that.. ..i love the way you write..you inspire ' wanna be ' poets like us..please keep writing..let words breathe fire..the way your writing always does..
'Somebody' once wrote to thine own self be true... I think you have captured that here! ! ! Nice...Terry
sounds awful, i wonder why we think feelings of pain is equal to love or being in love
A grand piece which(to me) puts new york city in the position of a grand dominant female, who hows no compassion nor thought for its mere inhabitants... as though you are fallen in love with her but you will remain strong......interesting and memorable piece... tyvm.... karen... if i have got the wrong end of the stick...im sorry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When we stop being ourselves and begin slavishly dancing to another's tune, we cease to exist! We have to treasure our identity and never ever surrender it before any body! Beautifully put! !