What future do you speak of, Amy?
Asked Sam in a fit of anger in disgust.
You always think of yourself not me,
And judge me when I do what I trust.
You never ever thought of how it feels.
Just a simple desire to have couple goal
Left shattered even after ardent appeals,
Although distant now takes a grim toll.
These words of failed verse seem bitter
But unless you let me soar and I adore
How your unique self makes you glitter
Neither you nor I can unlock the door.
Trying to compress one into a circle
Is not what strengthens one's affinity.
Let me be my usual self, never entangle
Cause one's self is one's true identity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A profound work of art elegantly penned in verse with rhythmic splendour. Focused and factual. Thanks for sharing, Sandeep.
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