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I Cry For I Die Everyday
it’s not for a life do I hope,
I hope for each passing day
it’s not for a death that I cry
I cry for I die everyday
if childhood was myself in past
in past only alive I was
thus I cry today in immeasurable pain
for no more my childhood had last
if I was a student yesterday
today I have died once more
In tears, nothing could I say
As for me, closed was my classroom door
when world is my mother I thought
Happily I reshaped it at will
silently she sacrificed her slot
Now I cry as my world is nil
it’s not a same ego who I am
each day I walked another way
only name kept sounding the same
thus I cry for I change everyday
when fairy tales seemed real to me
Monsters I killed like a knight
when I grew up, the life I could see
I find myself losing every fight
it’s not in a life I have scope
I have scopes in each passing day
it’s not for a death that I cry
I cry for I die everyday
poem
by
Sankha Datta
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