The Soul of an Outcast
- Shruti
When I opened my eyes,
I found the clear blue sky.
The whole world appeared to be bright,
So I assumed everything will be alright.
Entering in my society with a slow pace,
I noticed everyone's face.
Instead of being happy , they reviled,
Did they fail to see a new life in my eyes ?
At last,
I realised that I was an outcast.
Whenever they saw me,
They threw sticks and stones at me.
Whenever I tried to blend in,
They pretended that I had committed
a fatal sin.
Suddenly I noticed that no one had anything
in common.
The rain they wished for never happened
I wish I could change everything.
And could play a violin along the wind.
Why did I become the Outcast?
Had I committed some mistake in the past?
All I wanted was just a friend,
On whom I could rely on
till the very end
I wish I had a boat of life which I could row ,
And swim away from the sinking ship of
which I could not let go.
On and on I wonder what went wrong inside,
And I wish I could have the answers tonight.
There was pain in my silent scream,
But now I know that my past was just a bad dream.
No I didn't care,
All my pain and agony, it's with me, with whom I
can share.
I found what was lost in me,
in a world so cold and empty.
I found the antidote to my cause,
Which made my life come to a pause.
The scars of intense negligence,
Help me to enlighten my world with confidence.
I found happiness alone,
Knowing that when I will sleep on my
Deathbed, there will be no one to mourn.
The hope of morning makes me worth the fight,
And I know now that I will not be giving up tonight.
Maybe for them I'm just a crack,
In their castle of grass.
But for me I am stronger,
Having my wings on fire.
The reason for their hatred is something that
I'll never ask,
Because for them I will always be an outcast.
Because for them I will always be an outcast.
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