Quadrilogy of sanity – Poem 2:  » Far from the truth » – K.B

Far from the truth.


As much as I was up to,
I remain ignorant.

As much as I wrote,
I am far from the truth.

I have become cruel
And unhuman
Claiming freedom,
Freedom, on every roof !

I kept good relations with

But I have accepted
Hate and anger inside

Because I’m poor.

I have been reckless
With myself,

And the bad was strongly
Encouraged in me.

They haven’t shown
Solidarity with my predicament,

I turned sour,

The predicament
Of being a handicapped.

I got angry
I got scared
I am poor
Of means,

My nerves are ragged
This, has been a roller

I joined hands
With hell
On the altar
Of my little

How tinily
I have been

Of vast symphonies
That I would hear,
I didn’t see it coming.

Bring me back
To my true self.




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