The Rising One
Lonely in a crowd,
Solace not found.
Like walking on a bed of thorns,
Plucking roses for people around.
This feeling of half -
Full or empty doesn’t count.
I have no hope left ;
But hope still beckons me.
Why is this struggle inside
All so strangulating?
Life was all smiles and grins ;
And now suddenly this hugeness arrives.
Life was game
And I wanted to play
But it’s now a contract
I dare not break.
Are these the only things?
Left now?
I maybe the have-not
But Now I bear not!
Who cares about the aged horse?
Now hear it from HORSE’s MOUTH
He now has a voice.
The sounds of the stoned heart,
Will now echo
To the people who ought to hear.
Who ‘should’ hear.
I don’t wish to fool anyone,
I don’t wish to hurt.
But,
This for me?
I wonder…!
Start thinking…
‘Coz I am now starting to…
- NP
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