I need to do something
I need to work
I can't waste away my time..
I need to be organized in my thoughts.
I need to think like the others
I need to lead my life as they do.
They don't do things that don't give them material benefits.
They don't do things for fun.
They don't pen down their thoughts
They don't Paint pictures that don't help them earn.
I need to look up to them
I need to be inspired by them
My words don't bring me money
My colours don't buy me food
I do it anyhow.
They told me I am a fool
Living in a fool's paradise
My words get choked..
I break my brush n throw away my colors
My pages remain blank as I stop the words from flowing out.
I do something
I work
I don't waste away my time anymore.
I die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem