Slept through the years, afraid to wake,
I lived in my own world, no friends did i make,
and i woke to find a world so changed,
rich yet miserable life, emotions deranged,
Initiating with a hand to others reached out,
only to hear "oh! a beggar" shout,
misunderstandings were all that came my way
deserted in the morning and all through the day,
Too much to do, not a moment to spare,
I am all to myself, there's no one to care.
2 comments:
kya baat hai yaar...
superb yaar..itni kam lines me itni deep meanings...just amazing man..
keep it up
nice poem..
on afterthoughts, had you kept an eclair in the hand that reached out, you might have had a different rxn :)
Dont worry, we are there in the world to take care !
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