Treasure Island

prashant hooda

(13 march 1998 / new delhi)

sadness


oh! alas, the word starts my poetry,
i feel sad and sad and triply,
now,
it's my habit
to live alone,
i don; t like accompany,
i sat alone,

i don't like that croaky sound,
the sound giving me wound
sad and sad and sad
alas! it; s too bad
i want to forget everything,
but my words reminds me;
i am nothing,

the cruel, greedy, poor time,
snatches my everything,
i have nothing,
i am nothing,
people teased me,
giving me pain,
no one is my own,
they just know to blame,
the brook of my sadness is falling down
i hope that it always remain down and down and dawn

Submitted: Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, December 12, 2012

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just want to tell you all when a person is sad only he knows from what type of conditions he was suffering

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