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Mar 2014
I don’t know why
But sometimes I just want to cry
When I am bored, with no one to talk to
When I am busy, working with sleeping hours few
Or when I am with my full house family
Or a thousand miles away, tired and lonely.

I just feel sad
Something makes my day go bad
What is it? I don’t quite know
But it makes me feel low,
I feel hollow and empty,
And wanting in plenty.

What is it that I miss?
That takes away my bliss?
What is it that I need?
Does something arouse my greed?
Is it money, love, or pleasure?
Fame, name, or leisure?

I don’t get the answer
Why I lose my laughter,
Why I miss my fun
Why my songs go unsung.
As hard as I try, I can never know the reason
So I finally resort to just being human.



Shailesh Otari
Hyderabad
March 13th, 2013
Shailesh Otari
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Shailesh Otari  Pune, India
(Pune, India)   
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