Let you seen me? Such a silent tranquil ‘Tis the broken wing me, just crying Budge around earlier than with courage on my chest pocket Become a corner frog whenever facing trouble Besides azure sky frightened through heed worship songs My spinal cord vibrate tremulously The vertebral column wanna broken down beneath the shirt The heart deep on the mussel of left part of the torso could not effortless- ‘Tis pulsate like terrain quack on tsunami I was in terror behind seize notice of dew drops It’s the panic of death It’s the horror for bloodbath of existence It’s the fright of end nightmare deeper on my mind. When horror soak up my material being Then I proclaim my death with scream Trying hard to fight with amass of bravery But couldn’t Can’t learn to subsist akin to a personage being-so I haven’t meet any peaceful melody yet So the death could be realistic for me Just like tiny ant or maggot I can’t pose myself as brave before me. Hence I never protest prior to my death Never scream against tyranny Never proclaim slogan against oppressive ruler Fear intensifies and respite on my trunk Fear of a frozen peril So I’m panic toward uprising Now I’ve nothing to worry If sold the whole country I’ve nothing to bother If they be latent on cross leg afterward vend all of the gasses I’ve nothing to irritate If snatch all of my belongings nothing to nuisance Now I’m such a deceased bird Whose echo of soaring wings stopped up above the sapphire sky Whose body deserves living no more….
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 18:14:06 +0000