Why do we grow older
with every day moving?
Why can't we stay
young forever?
We could be blind of the
scorching and blistering
problems to be handled
by the so called grown-ups?
Why do we hide the
innocence and pretending
to be of some monster that
we never wanted to be at all?
Why are we being indifferent
even when we want to support
others before than us, which in
reality is never seen in that light
by everyone else?
How should I really handle
my life which has gone to the
wild, that cannot be tamed
even with the best-laid plans?
I could keep stacking questions
like this but, whom should I really
ask all my doubts when the last
the person I trust is nobody?
My Poetry Collection
By SahanaLakshmipathy
My favorite pass time. I now have many of my own. Let me show you what real poetry means as you flip through... More