The stench of sadness
Drives you all away
It's not infective
Still I am avoided
Like its plague
Feel like an island
Alone in the sea
High tides and low tides
Wash ashore some reeds
Each one of you
Have your own take
About why do I suffer
My reasons my mistakes
Some say it's my destiny
No wonder I suffer this misery
Others don't give a damn
For they have
their own little cosy clan
Quarantined in a cell
But when I come
I'll rig that bell
The one that once
The lepers used
So healthy ones
Could take refuge
But here I am
Dealing with my Pains
All by myself
Trying to
glide this
one winged plane
Day after day
Putting up a new fight
Nothing seems to work
Nothing in life is right
They say when it rains
It tend to pour
I guess in my case
It's going to flood
A little more
Then one day
As this storm
clams down
And Gives way,
To sunshine around
There will be
No sight of me
The island
That I was
You'll never see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderfully thought out and written poem, Nalini. I have a poem called, The Pariah but I think yours does a better job Thanks for sharing. Peace