Born to reign
but each step he has compromised.
A child born with several debts;
making space for a new character every now and then,
giving away his own position
constantaly being rearranged,pushed and pulled,
a load on a pulley.
Paradise lost.
Hell lost
The place where his soul rested in peace lost.
His belongings lost
near and dear ones,if he ever had,lost.
He is trying to remain somewhere in between,floating,
but in vain,the time has curbed his wings,
can't take a free flight,can't hang in there.
Land is not his,he never possessed anything higher.
"some scars don't show,
some wounds don't heal.
most of the times nobody can feel what one is going through"
I see him trying,trying to hold on.
He is going to stay here,
he has got his debts to clear.
His life may has only color grey,
nothing to lose now.
He is ready to let everything he will get in this journey,go.
The only thing he will retain is his pride
because it has pulled him up everytime,kept his head high
to pay all,all of his debts.
He has empty pockets,hands empty
"like dirt he has learnt to rise"
debtless he will die...:)
but each step he has compromised.
A child born with several debts;
making space for a new character every now and then,
giving away his own position
constantaly being rearranged,pushed and pulled,
a load on a pulley.
Paradise lost.
Hell lost
The place where his soul rested in peace lost.
His belongings lost
near and dear ones,if he ever had,lost.
He is trying to remain somewhere in between,floating,
but in vain,the time has curbed his wings,
can't take a free flight,can't hang in there.
Land is not his,he never possessed anything higher.
"some scars don't show,
some wounds don't heal.
most of the times nobody can feel what one is going through"
I see him trying,trying to hold on.
He is going to stay here,
he has got his debts to clear.
His life may has only color grey,
nothing to lose now.
He is ready to let everything he will get in this journey,go.
The only thing he will retain is his pride
because it has pulled him up everytime,kept his head high
to pay all,all of his debts.
He has empty pockets,hands empty
"like dirt he has learnt to rise"
debtless he will die...:)
Okay I am just thinking what to write...because this has touched me deep. The thinking is fresh, the words crisp. Ho rhyme, no catchy words, but definitely sets one to think deep. Several words caught me , like child born with several debts, soul rested in peace lost, etc etc..You have aptly captured the transition, the rough ride with smooth flow of words .. And the last line, the positivity, for umpteenth time made me utter, "Wow".. This is a must read poem for all readers ..
ReplyDeletethank you so much for the appreciation...:)
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