I am tired
Of this struggle
Of getting up early in the morning
Everyday with a harsh tone of the warden
I am tired
Of everyday struggle
Of the pathetic food here
which never fills up my hunger
I am tired
Of standing for several minutes
With a heavy bag on shoulders
In the killing summer for the bus
I am tired
Of going to college
Searching for familiar faces
To keep me out of the blue
I am tired
Of finding myself
Different from the crowd
And pretending to be same as them
I am tired
In the evening, when I come back
To where I don't know
Because I don't have a home here
I am tired
But when I reach I can't take rest
Because there are people who need
To find peace in my pain.
I am tired
Of dreaming to hear some loving words
As here is nobody who understands my pain
Because for all the situation is same.
I am tired
And I cannot be creative
Because nothing in me wants to be creative
As I am simply tired
I am tired
Of laughing hillariously outside my room
Enjoying with mates. because when I am
Back in my room; I lie broken inside
As here is not my home
I am tired
Of boosting myself up
As the future doesn't care
If I am happy or sad
It just need efforts.
But I am not ready to pay efforts
As I am simply tired.
I agree you are tired :D. hmmm you know the beauty of these lines you make me read this entire poetry of your sadness with a smile on my face because Some of these lines suits me as well. Thanks a ton
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