Oh poor thing! i can see you though
facing the agony that others don't know
with no dream alive in those swollen desperate eyes
except the ailing belly's hope of some inflow...
What rags to others are your precious riches
and that too at times even beyond your reaches
for your restraint defies your tender age
and to the world perseverance it preaches...
And you deify people who never deserve
coz its the only way that makes you preserve
your life from the shackles of a deadly death
and ensures that blood flows in every nerve...
In me i find a lot of you
Ah! never really got what i wanted to
Yet there's a difference between me and you
that i still have hopes but you have lost all through
that i still have hopes but you have lost all through.....! ! !
prashant shaurya
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/knots-of-misery/
