Unapologetic

Tickling me, making me laugh
Forcing me, to stay on their grasp
Somehow, I derailed from their path
Tired of facing, everyone's wrath

Looking at me, always seeing a child's face
Explaining me, I should always ace
Rambling about, not being top in the race
Forgetful them, don't know my pace

They say,"Hush! little boy hush"
Your lips red, cheeks still lush
Wailing, could paint the world with my brush
My desire and stride they all crush

I am breathing not living
My soul's key someone else is keeping
Into the shattered world, I am peeping
Blood from my eyes, I am weeping

From: 
Vikrant Sapkota




ABOUT THE POET ~
Just a bogus philospher


Last updated March 03, 2013