They say life's a bliss.
But what if
When you play the words, you stiff.
For a gift of tongue, you're not blessed.
Your opinion, unheard.
Your point, misinterpreted.
Your side, neglected.
Your existence, taken for granted.
Who says it's happiness;
When life itself is the maximum limit?
When you battle for your right?
The right to express what's in - deep.
It's a continuous struggle when you're your own foe.
It's an everyday cry of your unuttered woes.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
They say life's a bliss.
But what if
When you play the words, you stiff.
For a gift of tongue, you're not blessed.
Your opinion, unheard.
Your point, misinterpreted.
Your side, neglected.
Your existence, taken for granted.
Who says it's happiness;
When life itself is the maximum limit?
When you battle for your right?
The right to express what's in - deep.
It's a continuous struggle when you're your own foe.
It's an everyday cry of your unuttered woes.
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