By Aayushman Bhardwaj
How suffocating it is to fill my lungs
With an air that leads me to death
Slowly poisoning thought that lurks
Everytime I catch my breath
Delusional is this body still making me
Gasp for something that intoxicates
My mind and on whole corrupts me
Something which suffocates
Yet I couldn't live without it
It has been too long to turn around
In fresh air leisurely I can't sit
In those toxins I am drowned
I am a poet I don't speak straight
Nor am I talking of the polluted air
The two years of toxic life I state
The gloomy shredded hope given is so unfair
What they sent was a child wishing
For success to come, but came out
A machine lifeless and struggling
To settle in a place of unknown whereabouts
In an unknown den, dwelled by emotions
By feelings, that were long faded lost
The memories I don't even vaguely mention
Blank paper never tell a tale not even of lost
But whom should I blame, my parents
Who dreamt, the society I neglect
Or myself who aspired killed his talents
And now it's long gone do I desire to act