Who Cares Here? Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Honestly? Who cares about who's mating? Who?
Or who the strongest Czar or Mugal in the world is?
No, when you are born in this vast world,
Where all dreams fetch nothing but pain,
All those tyrants become trivial, unimportant;
Only a few moments of peace and a slip of joy we need.

No, you're not here to play and dance,
You do not know whether you are talking to a friend or foe,
You have to bear your pain, finding no escape,
Your trusted knife may stab you, the only thing you always trust;
It’s not like flora or fauna people, people come to break hearts;
Every simple blade of metal writes a new bloody tale.

Always in the illusion to keep world in pocket,
But, we live on borrows breaths,
Always look for few moments of delight,
Know not the real truth about real freedom,
It's a big secret, nobody knows, and probably won't;
you’re finally alone and no one's here to help you.

Finally the last cut, the most unkindest drink;
The hottest flame, the saltiest scars;
But the only reality which is always ours and always with us:
No one understands this truth and lost in a dark world behind closed doors;
Eventually the delicious pain leaves.
Leaving you to open your door and depart silently.