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Suyash Unnithan Poem
Do not befall to the image of society,
for it is the place where melancholy thrives,
where everything seems anything but piety,
and the feeble are left to die.
Society is merely a false hope,
to suppress its reality,
a deception where no one can cope;
A Tarnished World of Lost Identities.
Identity; The evident savior to humanity,
to abolish the illusion of aristocracy,
and made to serve as a refrainment from insanity,
yet to obtain, one must embark on an odyssey.
Lest we not succumb to this infamous illusion,
as all that will proceed is an evident allusion.
Copyright © Suyash Unnithan | Year Posted 2016
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Suyash Unnithan Poem
One simply cannot find their identity,
as it is their burden to establish it.
It was our lord,
who provided us with the essentials,
family, relationships,
religion, and caste,
but from here on out were alone,
as we embark on a lifelong journey.
Building an identity is one’s destiny
but just as you would mold a block clay,
you shape the inception of your identity.
It is from the moments we cherish,
and the experience we gain,
in which we discover our identity
Have faith in your destiny,
for it is what allows us
to become one with our identity.
This is your destiny;
you need to believe,
because this is no mystery,
and as you approach your destiny,
one ultimately bears the astonishing mark of victory.
Copyright © Suyash Unnithan | Year Posted 2016
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Suyash Unnithan Poem
*CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE FORM OF THIS POEM IS!!!*
I am dead to the world,
but alive to myself,
for the voices give me company,
inside of my head.
I fell susceptible to society,
who altered my identity,
in which then I reached for help.
I reached to god,
who thought I was fraud,
for all that proceeded was silence.
I sold my soul,
to who later stole,
the light emitted from my day.
My shadow I see,
Looks nothing like me,
For the devil is all that appears.
The mirror I observe,
is all that I deserve,
for now the darkness overwhelms.
I am what I see,
despite not looking like me;
the death of my identity.
I am no longer existent.
I am dead to the world.
I am dead to myself.
Copyright © Suyash Unnithan | Year Posted 2016
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