TRYING TIMES ( Poetry)

TRYING TIMES

I am confuse!
In distress, all doors are close
The balcony of my strength got loose
I am in constant distress
My joy, agony transgress.

Sadness deface my face
Lonely in this race
All seems to be dark, the next stage
No crony around to be trace.

Poverty puts me in distress
My happiness, it transgress
My thoughts all branded senseless
Struggling alone, I am helpless
Are my people clueless?

Tomorrow, nobody can forecast
Why should I be outcast?
Is the society changing so fast?

Poverty is a nature
That I never wished to nurture
Because in it, there's no pleasure
And my life needs a treasure.


I am equally a human, your partner
Not like a worm and a flower
But like a sister and a brother
Embrace me and stop giving me a trauma.

Cogitate, tomorrow I can behest
Vagaries of life, do not be aghast..
My life seems to be in gloomy
Tomorrow, it can change, this is not funny.

 If today is  Monday
Tomorrow will be Tuesday
Nothing stays forever
And never say never!

I am living in poverty
Outcast in the society
Agony deface my face
When will I be in felicity? Having value in the society?


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©ML DRAMMEH CSAY
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