Despondent
Shaky steps prevail when I proceed down further,
Cloudy skies overcast when I want a clear weather,
Good that it rains for it hides the tears as it crawls,
Down the cheeks and then to the ground as it falls,
I smile even when I cry looking up at the sky,
For I am a vagabonded chap forbidden to fly.
I often stay awake all night to see the sun rise,
Hoping to be strong and a bit more wise,
With the same old sun brings a new day of hope,
I want life to get addicted to the happiness dope,
But hopes remains and sadness again creeps,
When I overlook the past with mere lonely peeps.
I can here prank chats and back biters tease,
For the coffin of my soul that I took on lease,
They pin me each second to check my breath,
They measure me each day to upgrade the coffin breadth,
I know the world doesn't want me around,
When there are many wise men to surround.
I know my value isn't much than that a pebble in a pot,
I know my value as I don't pretend to be what I am not,
But I am also a being with flesh and blood,
I also drown when the world suffers flood,
I am also harmed with earth facing trauma and disaster,
I know I am a slave so I never try to be anyone's master.
Copyright © Prasenjit Chowdhury | Year Posted 2015
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