What Are You

Rating: 4.5

Born and bred in poverty
Ideas and plans have no identity
In all your vision you feel pity
Your dreams are always hefty

You hoble and fumble all days
No noble plans to park in your bay
Dry are your coffers
And no progress to all offers

Siblings have hated you
Circumstances unfavour you
Tried to brew and sell
Alas, there no hatching like a shell

Everything turned and hope flea
Wisdom dash in front and deaf to your plea
Opportunity and open gates are closes in a blink
A little money and little more stress kick

What are you, always in debt
What are you, always in tears
What are you, always rejected
Disfigured and hated
You mourn the day you were born

Wednesday, August 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: blues
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The life of a poor young man who tried to achieve certain dreams in life and gave his all, but to no avail, nothing came out despite the effort put to achieve. Bring confusion to his mind and sits down and starts to question if he is worthy of living and if he is a human being.... He ends in suspense and with no answer about what gives.
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 03 August 2017

A nice poetic imagination, Ishmael. Thank you very much,

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Aakash Nengroo 02 August 2017

Dear...poverty is indeed a curse but we should also know that in poverty the man is nearest to god... With no distractions... Nice poem....thanks

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