Peter The Pauper…. Poem by KUNAL SETH

Peter is a pauper
Doesn’t know where to begin and where to end
He his pushed around
Like if he is tied to a string
Blames his mornings
For the unpleasant evenings he spent.
He gets hurt
When he doesn’t mean a thing

Peter gets hyper even criticizes
The way the world is
Loves to talk about things that he never is
Misses every girl he has met
Swears not to meet another one even if I bet
Searches for extraordinary things
With zeal that always fails.
He wakes up every morning thinks if its worth to live.

Peter had a dream
He saw himself dead
Dream kept on haunting him till he found himself
Everyone he trusted stabbed his back
Disappointed one day he became a wreck
Destroyed everything he could
Till he knew it was all in his head.