Treasure Island

Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

Which Crime?


Why does nobody comprehend me?
My existence is almost invisible
Not even a soul values me
I am wrecked into endless portions
Have no identity
My world is weeping
As my words are struggling to find a perfect form
A perfection which my living lacks
Is how my reality has turned out to be?
I wish to pass away
Now it will be easier to disappear
None loves me
Which crime have I done?
To suffer for this long?

Submitted: Monday, July 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 24, 2013

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  • Unwritten Soul (7/2/2013 12:11:00 PM)

    Why say so...why? ? no crime you did, oh how i wish great thing come to you soon so you know that you are not invisible_Soul (Report) Reply

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