Chetan Tehlan

(15-08-1995 / new delhi 73)

Dad


not a living being
can make me happy
whatever i do
just ends crapy
its like my soul doesnt resist
to beat up by d fists;

my will went chill
desire went on fire
its like crawling in sand
putting pants of hire;

thinking of me
makes me creepy
may be im mad now
or else the world is freaky
its like lossing it up
or lost it a time ago
dere is no return back now
bcz those who give up
die like a hoe

memorising the past
i lived so far
hope it ends now
without u dad
all wat left was scars...

Submitted: Saturday, June 08, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 01, 2013

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  • Shraddha The Poetess (10/5/2013 12:15:00 PM)

    truelyyy, , a very nice poem bhaiya........, ,
    quite emotional with a good rhyming acheme...........
    i also invite u to read mine.! ! (Report) Reply

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