Whining Soul
Miseries around is no less
still self desolation, worse
no motivation to get up
dance again and rock the floor.
Silence has also left company
Voices play games not funny
Whining Soul calls unknown
Save me, a child speaks up.
Entangled in the world race
no care for self, disgrace
Moving with force havoc
no path traced till yet.
Brought nothing when landed
still stand here empty handed
Whining Soul, no console
will go on till oxygen passes
in and out, out and in...
Copyright © Sneha Agarwal | Year Posted 2013
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