This is what they would’ve felt
displaced to linger on -
Displaced – my heart feels
its pressure that’s set on
making me feel forlorn
Left out visibly in the rat race
I struggle to keep up pace.
cells torn and old - they
slowly realise what’s on hold.
Unfamiliar faces gaze at you
and not a single one to smile at you!
After running so long a mile
I’ve lost to be agile.
Who made the days ungain
No one understands the pain!
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Kalai Selvi A
Member Since: 31 Oct, 2014
Words are my passion. Writing heals my wounded inner soul....
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