They never understood what I felt when they hurt me,
They never knew this pain inspired me to flee,
Away from the world of people into a secluded Earth,
I was not weak from the time of birth,
Constant struggle and taste of failure at all times,
Caused me to be a convict of my self destroying crimes.
I never feared the books, books were my friend,
But failure caused hatred to become a trend,
I started to neglect my friend of career,
And hence degrees became unsinkable barrier,
I cried alone and feared to share the pain,
I acted strong but all went in vain.
Then can the educators whose dominance I ignored,
Causing their anger to raise and they always roared,
Still I flew as free as a bird with wings of air,
They started to block the winnings where I needed a share,
Then one day with a knowledge of a toddler,
I was forced to become a marks peddler.
Recalling my past I cherish with honor,
Thinking of future I depend on donor,
Tears are long dry with the feet on sand,
I am sinking in the sea while craving to land,
Once I was a King of my Life,
Now I have rested as a dictator's wife.
Poet By Situation
&
Not By Birth...
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