Untitled On Purpose

 Not raising voice was what I feared, 

And now I am dumb. 

Being trampled over was what I dreaded, 

And now I am neck deep in mud. 

To not be you and to forget who you were is death, I believed. 

I am at the verge of extinction. 

To pile up work is idiocy, 

And yet I can't look back 

The sands of time fall over me.. 

Muffled cries buried with more of them . 

I thought my bed at home would cushion my fall everytime I do, 

Today I lie on bare ground. 

To be the reason of your pain is no bed of roses;

Only the thorns prick me today. 

To still go on when it is tough was what I admired, 

Today I look up at my grit, 

No , I didn't quit! 

It's been a long way

And I can see no horizons in the longer way to traverse, 

But I will keep going! 

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