The poem details the pain and effects of frustrations in life
| A Poem
Streams!! Yes!! Streams!! Not of running waters downstream No!! But you will understand. I cannot recollect myself, my mirror self can't help it either; but let the stream birth pain from within; in its best form, you know how!!
You can see my face plastered but I assume no time have you, anyhow you will make it! You say!! But my face is plastered pain, hopelessness, confusion and despair,
Pardon me!! Childish! Ignorant! Rubbish!! I know most say they will!! But struggle are struggles and yet a lot I've to embrace, though a hole I feel in!! The falls are loud and many they are yet smiles I ware; remain assertive? Inside a broken twig!! What a contrast.
A laded soul a hand I ask, a voice I let, the hut of reason a word enough, courage I long, encouragement I beg, show me the way a road sign to the bright; For now I look past the river of the burning tears of I can't