A Dark cell is where I reside,
Devoid of fresh
air and light.
No one to
talk to, share my plight.
But my
conscience knows that it’s right.
Coz I am an
uncontrollable fire,
With
unfathomable desire.
A bird, which
does not deserve to fly.
Passion
which deserves to die.
And then I
say
It’s better
to live behind the bars.
Devoid of
Money, Fame and power.
No addiction
to tease and hypnotize.
Away from
pleasure, pain and cries.
The devil in
me here is dead asleep.
Solitude in loneliness
is what I seek.
And as I revisit
memories lost in my brain.
I pray to
God, never to give birth again.
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