We Die From Day One.....!
WE DIE FROM DAY ONE.....!
We die from day one
Are we alive? ....
Can I do what I want
I often ask a question to my soul
Life is very hard to carry
We live for others
Do we spare some time for ourselves
What's the use of this life
Which bears curse, load and frustration,
failure and deprivation…
Every day of life goes on thinking…
Right or wrong, to be or not to be
I am frustrated that how long
I have to be a hypocrate
I dont find anyone near or far
giving me a hand to facilitate and comfort
all stop me, put a chain around
Not only put a chain rather…
kill me mentally and physically…
I 'm really frustrated
Living a Pseudo life….
being in chains,
checks and boundaries
why to bear and toil this much
If to die every moment
If to dilute again into elements
I WAS BORN OF…….
poem by Seema Gupta
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