With every blink, I shed 'sorrowful-water' from my visionary eyes, Every moment, it drips off my cheeks and reaches my neck. I am so disturbed by the wordly ties; The very ties that bound me to this world.
Now, I am tired following the rules of the books Which have clipped my wings! It bounds me to swim in the sea of depression; And prevent me from flying in the sky of heavenly peace.
I long to spread my wings And soar high above the sky, Like the peaceful dove. But I am prevented from doing what I love!
So, I shed tears with every blink And long to break the chains that clink.
It's a light-hearted poem written by me with heavy heart, heavy in the sense I feel like I am pulled down, down to the deep sea of depression!!