To laugh, to cry or to whine,
The urge to “emote” is foreign to me.
I now wander in confined solitude-
With no hopes to step out – ever of it.
Doesn’t matter how I live,
Or How I wished to at one time!
And How I too had wanted to celebrate..
My special days, festivals and every other thing!!
My hurt, anguish and pain; words can not describe all.
Neither can they compensate-
The inheritance, possession and that could be!
Expectations dead, I stay mute;
‘Cause I am at a loss of Words..
– Posting it for One Stop Poetry –