Life goes on – Delhi Poetry Slam

Life goes on

By Argus Waikhom

 I’m 27, but I feel like I’m going to die in three years
 The future might be bright, but it ain’t in my hands yet
 Hold the smile for later
 Keep the break for later
 I can grow old and say I would have taken it slow
 
 “Money can’t buy you happiness.”
 But I don’t have either of them
 On a road that can lead anywhere
 I’m writing on a black sheet
 But does my pen have the ink to find its way out?
 
 “Things take time.”
 It’s hard to take it in
 For whom are we struggling?
 All my grave wants is to decompose
 
 Is being ambitious a gift or a curse?
 Wish I wanted that Arcadia life
 A peaceful breakfast made with her love
 But I don’t have either of them
 On my first job, mom says
 “Life like this is sure as sweet.”
 Well, ain’t for me
 
 Each daylight went by with a blink
 And the night sky paves the way
 Where sweets stays in my mouth
 And sour makes me awake
 
 Life goes on


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