A Cry Within...


A cry within…

I cry and I roll
Don’t understand the language of the soul
I come out with daylight flashing
With the struggle and battle within
I whine and cry to welcome life outside
Thou I think life was comfortable inside
Yet it’s a belief
But not a relief
That I have been born to live again
Not knowing what I shall gain
But growing was fun
There was so much of sun
Strangely there is so much of time in childhood
That seems to go amiss in manhood
To appreciate life and beauty of nature
That seems to disappear with manhood stature
Yet we live in hope
That we can cope
With the vagaries of nature
And it will not affect our stature
As we are special and different
Only to find out that nature is indifferent
But childhood is glorious
It is so spontaneous
Where life can never go wrong
Life is always a song
We just need to find the rhythm
Of what it is to feel freedom
When one could do whatever they want
With no fear of any taunt
When one does not have to hear the dreaded words
Grow up! This is a world full of swords
That cuts all sweet dreams
Bursting at the seams
With anger, jealousy, hatred and misery
Clothed with the best of diplomatic finery
All you wanted was to be simple and straight
Yet what has become of your life is nothing but cruel fate
The unadulterated joy is gone
The spontaneity has flown
There is a vague resemblance of self
Stored in the vast memory shelf
Such is the gain of robotic knowledge
That forces us to perform and acknowledge

That we are nothing but a pawn
In the scheme of things to dawn
Where life is a miracle
But it does come full circle
In introducing us to the unknown
Tests to make us full grown
Yet the mystery thrives
Playing havoc with our lives
Yet we do not know where, when and why
Our lives the way we spend and cry
There is no easy answer
As it is a deep cancer
That is malignant and yet living
But there are voices that are singing
That there is nothing permanent about misery
Except that everything ultimately becomes history
Then so be it
Let us wake to a life full and fit
Where my good thought
Be the most sought
And our attitude towards struggle and strife
Be the memento of how one should lead life

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