What the hell am I doing?
Running badly without knowing the end
My mind aghast with rage
Exasperated at being caught in the 'Social cage'
The more I try to concentrate the more my thought drifts...
Is it really a 'What' or rather a 'Why'
Why the hell am i still on?
When all I care about is the, 'Breaking Dawn'
Its like a cobweb, with me in the middle
The more i twist, the more i get tangled!
All i am left with is a melancholy soul
As if sucked all of its quint-essence
It seems like a thing of great past
When I chose something that wasn't my class
Now i am caught in an impasse
With no option but to be dragged!
Still, my naive heart desires
Something bizarre thats beyond my powers....
To shear every shackle that bounds
The teenage dream for which this heart still pounds....
May be its already too late
And I have lost all chances of turning back
Yet I have decided to acknowledge 'a haute-voix'
That rings in my ears all the time......
'...being caught in the 'Social cage'...' Poets create social cage to loom poetry like benarasi sari..good poem Tenner ~ Regards ~ niv Thanks for comment on my poem I Want To Be Raped Invite to read and comment on my sequel poem [read as a protest] ‘Ogling Orgy’ or any … Thanks …..Sorry for belated comment
It's very tough to stay under the control of social norms. Nice thought!
It's never too late to turn back - it's a free world after all. Never ever feel trapped! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we are all caught in the social norms and have to live within a limit.those who managed get out of it and have done something different made great names.choice is yours.nice write.feel relaxed in any situation and go on doing your job.life will take care of itself.