Perception
My life was a barren part of earth,
disgusted and ashamed, which had no
worth,
no guidance, no shelter, all hopes had
perished,
My emotions burned, no bliss no mirth.
Depressed I feel, where lonely I be,
Searching for answers, in mirrors I see,
Rotten's my corpse, concluding my
reflection,
Prayed for I was, a perception free.
We learn a lot from the growth of a vine,
Life is a journey, what else can it define?
And mine have become so infected like,
water impured, by splattering wine.
Brightness in future is ones desire,
Painful my journey, no one to admire,
How would it be, a bright and a luminous
life?
Where hearths my abode, where I quench
fire.
What I think as a hopeless orphan,
People don't accept, what I do often,
Dwell in the world of thoughts that is,
Birth is my death, where life is my coffin.....
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