Cremated

Sparks flew with a blow on the metal
Just the way as times pounded
Feelings crushed and cursed though made of petals
Anger and anguish unbounded



Never a thought of such times would come
A morsel of food not given
Eyes filled with tears and fear of lack of that greensome
A wish that remained forsaken



Stop pretending stop getting affected
Stop the love stop the pain
I wanna be big I wanna get resurrected
I wanna kill the old me and get cremated!!!!!!!



Foes and friends
Some angels some fiend
Whats needed is a whip on my back
To remind me that none’ll come to cope for what I lack



Lifes not what we want it to be
I’ll change it for good and you shall see
I don’t care about the worlds thoughts
Against them I’ll and have always fought



Stop pretending stop getting affected
Stop the love stop the pain
I wanna be big I wanna get resurrected
I wanna kill the old me and get cremated!!!!!




This is a poem written by my friend Prasad... do leave a comment!