by Vikrant Sapkota
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
Copyright ©:
Vikrant Sapkota
Last updated March 03, 2013