Everyone is waiting for their turn,
Few get success few dreams burn,
Don't let yourself at the backfoot,
To achieve success Start from root
Everyone will criticise you,
Yours closest one will turn and surprise you,
Everyone has different points of view,
When you get success they come to meet you standing in a que.
Once they come to meet you,
Next day they cheat you,
You never lose your hope,
In this world there are thousands of hope
So, Billions of people will criticise you,
You just do hard work and start from root,
One day you will definitely get the fruit,
It's your turn of pursuit.
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No matter what,
it's never enough.
I’m never enough.
It’s too much, it’s a lot.
I’m caught, caught between what I want,
and what achievements others expect.
Caught between what I deserve,
and the treatment I receive.
No matter where I am or who I talk to,
they always need to criticise.
Their opinions are always voiced as "advice”,
sometimes I’m afraid their words may be true.
I want to be free of judgement,
and free to do as I please.
I’d like to wear makeup or any sort of garments,
without the buzz of the fleas.
I wish I could just smack everyone away.
I’d be happier without the chatters and buzz.
The time doesn't matter, night or day,
I just want to be able to do what I want without a fuss.
She listened to her mother talking
Her mother was as usual criticising her in front of all
As her mother went on and on
girls sadness was clearly evident on her face
It was pricking her deep inside
She felt bad and useless
She wished she could change herself
But certain things were beyond her control.
She couldn't study for long hours
It was not her nature
She was introverted, she wouldn't know what to talk
She couldn't change herself despite best efforts
She felt she was the cause of her mother's miseries
She wanted to die but lacked courage to do so
One thoughtless act of mother
Left many scars on tender heart
These scars will remain for ever
She will never feel good about self
She will never be confident of self
Forever scared of talking with mother,
especially about her mistakes
Trying to hide them.
A fearful, sad and depressed mind will roam about lifeless
Doing her chores to the best of her ability
don't criticise others they might be putting in more effort than you
Written 27th December 2019.
One Liner Poetry Contest
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