Am I sailing in a sinking boat?
When will I come out of
This octopus hands?
When will I be able to start
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What do we say, to this child But, face the wall and silently weep. Leena
This is indeed a touching poem............loved it.10+++++++
Poor girl, sympathetic Boat is keep on sinking, she never know that Keeps some expectation still she For a bright coming days and a normal life as well
and the color of frustration is pinching the reality..well implied...
emotions rule us.......... and we feel the pain in the heart..... squeezing us.......
Just the thought that it brings to one's heart, a soul piercing piece to read...
suffering helps soul ripen faster. may be it's an unconscious decision as it knows that the time is less...
wow great write 10+++ its have so much emotion n pain written in this one
silssa was a good poetess herself, its so very evident.thanks for sharing