my heart is not golden like yours
not harmonious in its beats
mine powers a deadened body
races leaden to its defeat

my mind is not beautiful like yours
no flowers of poetry grow inside
mine spews words and ugly thoughts
killing my corpse with poison and lies

my shell is not pretty like yours
i envy your confidence and grace
mine is cracked and deathly broke
my pain lies crusted on my face

my life is not happy like yours
yours has a heaven that is forgiving
mine is a merely an existence
in premature hell i am living.

*© Tara India.