Dad It's Enough To Work Poem by Shraman bajracharya

Dad
it's enough to work
Can i not say
But i don't
As i turn scorn

Me here alone
Lying on my fragmented brains
Unable to pay the bills
As i need to learn

Still dad
i am futile
Spreading my hands
Towards you
hoping for the days
Of my own

Don't know
Still
where i belong
As i am killing my time
Hiding my toils
Damaging my souls

Redemption
may i not able to pay
Inside me lies
A Weak corroded bone


Dad,
if i leave earlier than you
Don't tell me
I am good son
Though i want to be.

Remorse
Shameful and painful
No words to hide
My Guilty emotions
Conclude
I am not your Sincere son.


Underestimating myself
Not may be the reasons of failure
To really show
What i am capable to do
Need immense power
That i may not belong.