Or rather they made me sleep
For fear I might speak what is see
It’s selfish to speak what I feel
The past’s a blur, I never heard
The clock wake nor the crows caw
How easy to call a mind ill!
When the sane ones outnumber it
Life‘s after all bitter politics
To guard prestige, a young heart can die
A spirited brain fumble
If the babe knows earlier
He is a somebody with nobody
He wouldn’t sleep till a day
Mourns for another
Forget the past, a friend says
Though the present lives in the past
They let me sleep; now I sleep.
I feel faint emotions, but cannot speak
The present’s a blur, the future blank
Only the brain ticks like a grandfather’s clock
Trying to survive their laughter behind closed doors.
A grandfather clock’s a thing
Cherished in the past
Faintly remembered in the present
To be forgotten in a future’s slumber
How dumb a clock! It functions to tick away time.
ANUSHA.U.R.
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17 yrs
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I again repeat you are someone whom the publishers missed. I do not know what you do for occupation. Your profile does not mention it. But I think you are ignoring the certainity of a full time writer. You have a very distinct style. Difficult to believe it is written by a teenager, that from a non native.
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