That Confined Place | Poem

What do I more to keep away?

When I’m afraid of everything,

When I’m starved of comfort,

When I’m sick of living,

You don’t understand anymore,

I’m in despair of confinement.

Nothing comforts my heart of fear,

When I’m sleepless of tiredness,

When I can’t do anything than writing,

When you don’t come asking,

You don’t understand anymore,

I’m in despair of confinement.

I couldn’t prey of gods,

I couldn’t run of evils,

I feel to crave for comfort,

And if I say my thoughts, I’m afraid,

Stop!

You don’t understand anymore,

I’m in despair of confinement.

©Suraj Jangid

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