Tag: poem

Oh, what a privilege it is to be alive! | A short poem about wandering soul

To be alive is the greatest achievement. To have a body, exploring and experiencing the world are privileges that any

How long will you stab me? How long will I have to bleed? Keep breaking promises As much as

Like my posts And I like yours Complementing each other’s Thirst for virtual care. Shower me with the praises And

“The society values your success and the people love your joyful face but nobody wants to know your pain, struggles

Silence had always something to say, But I was always running far away. Silence had always something to convey, But

I wander inside a giant maze Unable to find an escape Endless walls make me daze And everywhere is the

I am a bag made of skin and bones Filled with pee, poo and hormones So is that guy with

A sleepless night is my poem about what I have been experiencing every night. This is for all those insomniac

Why grieve on my demise? As I exist afterwards in disguise. Why grieve when I perish? As I bestowed you