Identity Of A Broken Spine Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

Identity Of A Broken Spine
An unlucky existence with broken spine
Leading a life cursed by Almighty divine.
Like a hunted bird with broken wings
Melodious song of love, It can never sing.

In each step, I need help of others
I retain no ability to command orders.
Almost everything is beyond my reach
All people treat me like a burden, a bitch.

There must be someone, around, to feed me
But no one, to listen, psychology of my glee.
I crave for physical support, pity and empathy
I want to assure, within you, a sense of compathy.

My moveless limbs feel no any sensitivity
Those are worthless for any sort of mobility.
My whole world confined within a dark room
Disaster and evil spirit chased me from womb.

My sentiments are burried under graveyard
I am neither alive nor dead in my courtyard.
My consciousness insists me to re- enjoy
Sensual pleasure, but I have no ability to enjoy.

Everything around me, turned forbidden fruits
If I can't attain party, worthless are new suits.
Black clouds always wander above my own head
Without any dream and hope, me a man like dead.

By Tulsi Shrestha
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