Lekhny composition -17-Apr-2023

Satyam Tiwari

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Lekhny composition -17-Apr-2023

Depression

I want to run wild on a filed, and break all the records on my broken legs.

I take a first step meant to balance and other to accelerate on my broken legs.

Roadmap is in my mind but my legs give up and I fall down with a heavy sound.

Sound that laughs on my confidence , and many faces mugged smile saying " my fate".

Thus I get up with broken legs but fell down again not wanting to get up again.

I want to run towards the hope garden on my broken legs.

I want to run very fast , not letting time to change its floor and color.

But movement is null and light of hope is stinking in the eyes , difficult to get up.

Your hope story doesn't ring a bell as your situational hope doesn't match with my drifting reality.

Something sweet for you is poision for me and you only want to say " you couldn't do it in the end".

I want to run from plain to mountain to the sky and revolve around the sun on broken legs.

Walking slower than snail and becoming object of entertainment of others.

They are clapping, whistling motivating me to win but for a bet , a race against snail.

The more I try to seek out a butterfly , the more black wings of crows and raven cover me.

Becoming favourite student a lover of dippersion , flirt by misery and ignored by light.

Enjoying not enjoying or getting institutionalised by my situation , getting lost.