Treasure Island

Tiku akp


No one cares


No one understands me
No one ever care to see
Through my mind what thoughts
I have kept in me
No one cares to see

Whether I belong to the clan
Of demons who roam free
No one dares to ask me
Or I have the heart that goes
For poor for whom days are hell
And nights terrible and eerie
No one cares to ask me

Everyone is walking the days
As if in a silent reverie
Hot blood is overflowing the streets
As if by Gods decree
No one to question and see
In the heaps of skeleton
Man is finding lost glory
So sorry so sorry! !
No one is there to see
No one is feeling free
To care and ask me.

The sky has lost its shape
The clouds look hoary
Ghosts stalk humans in disguise
Holding basket full of
Liver, heart and kidney
No one there to see
No one is there to question me.

Submitted: Sunday, September 22, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013

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  • Nadia Abduljabbar (10/27/2013 4:56:00 AM)

    An extremely beautiful emotional poem. With all the pain it expresses, it is free from self pity. I like 'demon free' so much & it so realistic. I am happy I have energy 2 write comment on a beautiful poem as such. congratulations (Report) Reply

  • Harindhar Reddy (10/4/2013 8:30:00 AM)

    Nobody is bothered about those barbarian acts. Humans have become inhuman. It's great that poet addressed these issue. Thumbs up! :) (Report) Reply

  • Lorraine Colon (10/3/2013 6:45:00 PM)

    Sometimes we forget to acknowledge each other's needs. Sometimes we need a poem like this to get us back on track. But I find that in times of intense need, there is usually somebody there to help us - somebody who cares. (Report) Reply

  • Pradip Chattopadhyay (9/23/2013 4:55:00 AM)

    I have the heart that goes
    For poor for whom days are hell
    And nights terrible and eerie

    loved the intensity of this poem, Tiku. (Report) Reply

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