By Yashvardhan Singh
Sometimes I find myself begging for love
Sometimes I can’t even bother,
Sometimes I plead to the one up above
To give all my sins a slaughter,
Sometimes I wish to be held high
Otherwise, I wish to be alone,
Sometimes I want to fly and touch the sky
Otherwise, peace holds me on the ground I roam,
Sometimes I feel that the pen is my greatest friend
Otherwise, I look it as a rival,
Pen’s a friend, which taught me friendship must end,
The pen is the lone cause of my survival,
I helped others find their paths
Now among those same trails I’m entangled,
To survive the river of sadness I built rafts,
Rafts of emotions I killed and strangled
And now I put my pen down
Knowing it separated me from the herd,
Sometimes it made sad with a frown
Sometimes it understood me without saying a word.
By Yashvardhan Singh
Nice brother ❤️❤️
It is intriguing and truly fascinating how this fresh, amateur poet intricately inculcates the almighty in his work. Fantastic work.
Relatable and my favorite