Life had taken an unfair trial,
Of which his eyes poured denial.
And like all heros he too one day,
Felt that he lost his way.
Futile was what he used to treasure,
And the worst of time walked at its leisure.
The world was grim for his petered heart,
As dreams and reality stretched far apart.
Stale taunts dipped in sarcastic butter,
Was the only words that they would utter.
He knew he failed , but he tried indeed,
But the muted pain knew no heed.
The days and time was all well spent,
Hours of labour he underwent.
But that the wind was too bad that day,
Luck had his dreams sold away.
A storm of events lit his mind,
And the brutish memories seemed to rewind.
His paranoia it seemed cut hope out neat,
And he questioned himself of defeat.
Tried to run, tried to hide,
Tried to find somebody to confide.
But some cuts are best fathomed by,
One's own soul and the inner eye.
Dreams did crumble, thoughts did fail,
He endeavored to harden with no avail.
Straddled in the horrendous wreck,
No eye noticed his helpless beck.
He lay cringed in his recluse;
Haunted by the cynical abuse;
Hearts are discreet so none could hear,
Yet it fell, his innocent tear.
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Poetree
PoetryA compilation of poems on issues like human trafficking, war , racism etc. written by Shuvam Roy. I hope you read and enjoy it, please give it a try. :)
