Shame is all mine,
Humiliation is all mine,
I may as well be scolded,
For the rest of my life,
This life is not mine.
Let the diseases engulf me,
Let the pain surround me,
Not being able to do it,
That is to come out of it,
For this life is not mine.
The sufferings are great though,
I am pampered dearly though,
Neglect is my fate though,
And let the dirty river flow,
As this life is not mine.
I was respected well,
I was taken care well,
When I was tortured much,
And I have seen much,
Do you think this life is not mine?
I was running through the sky,
I found no one to rely,
Couldn't speak as I was shy,
Is it worth, If a mosquito fly,
I understand, this life is not mine.
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Hi, dear friends!
So...
I wrote this poem within 10 minutes as I was sitting over the dentist's chair. I don't know what got into me. What will happen to an already crushed heart when it has to listen to a single negative remark. Maybe for you it's overacting. But salt over a wound is not anything. I was hurt. So this poem came from my heart instantly..
Enjoy reading.
Your humiliated friend,
ruks145
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PoetryWhen a heart speaks, the words are not ordinary but they come out as a poem. Poems are formed instinctively, when we can't speak our heart out to someone else. We write them down as poems. A glance at some of those. Author's note--- Here, I have a...
