UNTITTLED
should i write down what i feelOr would that be too personal?
Should i write what happened
Or would that be too painful?
Serve them what they want to be served
Let them order what theythink is best
Hatred, critism i can bear
But no malice towards my blood
Swearing, screaming wont do much
Stabbing ought to release some pain
I wander in this lonely home
I face no smile
No smile on my face
Nightmares haunt my day daily
A baby speared on a rough wooden cane
Pleasure is a fickle friend
Time has come to stomach real pain
I will rise or i will die
My verse will roam all land untamed!
Poetry by Anshul Sharma
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Written on 2010-11-23 at 20:03
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