This is to be read as poetry. It has nothing to do with anyone or any issue. These thoughts are exclusive of the poet penned in a certain mood.
JERKS
Why the hell am I still sticking here
In this reckless and absurd sphere
They spoil my mood like food gets spoiled
Anger within has boiled and broiled
A pressure patient in danger zone
Can rip them fine just all alone
Cheats they are, real royal cheats
God ! either I teach them
Or retreat in peace
Leave them and go can never so be
The time is nearing for them to see
One by one I will shape them fine
Their verses and rhymes will vanish in time
I never will fit in this world so weird
Heartless jerks mocking poetry dear
Who are they to judge the fate of my toil
With Shortsighted views my poems they soil
Can they enter within me and read my feelings
Their eyes will weigh my bleedings and healings
I have not come here for name or for fame
This dame won’t allow you to shame her or tame
I took birth and my fate he surely well planned
The only Master planner for my life that he spanned
He will keep my dreams burning and also well fanned
Am a guest in your fake world for some time , be damned.
©sunita grover raina2021
02/11/21
India
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