Walking Dead Poem by Bhat Aijaz

Walking Dead! ! !
Sitting outside, looking for rain,
I'm sufferingfrom immense pain,
Trying to solve the puzzles of brain,
My all body parts are in sprain,
All my enthusiasm went in vain,
I am feeling pretty insane,
They had faith in me,
But i couldn't be, (became)
The one they wanted me.
Now reluctantly resting my head,
On an uncomfortable bed,
I lost the appetite of my daily bread,
as I refused to be fed,
I have lost the taste of life,
Everything makes me strife.
But monsters inside me are well bred,
making me feel like a walking dead.
Composed By,
Bhat Aijaz©

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