My worlds are tumbling into chaos’ cage,
Voices of change
Suppressed in their rage,
Scared, but to stop 
is not an option I gauge…

Yesterday, the prints 
Yelled our deserving stance,
Today, silenced
Our suffrage shackled
beyond a chance…

Sometimes I walk through these streets,
Fear just greets at every street,
I cannot fathom even my tomorrow,
If only I could smile through this harrow,
fear and sorrow of these shadows…

All I can see 
Is the tumbling slide,
Into an abyss 
where none can hide,
I’m just running from this plight…

Those terrifying thoughts
Haunt my days,
And justice is all I crave,
And I’m fighting for this,
No matter what I fail…

But, I’m tired.
Tired of these fighting days,
Tired of death knocking at my gate,
Tired of letting dreams mislay,
Tired of digging graves,
Tired of fighting for what I rate,
Tired of being a pawn for the world to play.


20 Comments on “Tired

  1. Your heart bleeds for those unfortunate.dont get tired.Your untiring thoughts will bring smiles sooner than later.True to the last word but can We be positive

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  2. Woww this is soo well written and expressed.. speechlessπŸ˜­πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ™πŸ’™

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  3. Ohh Yukta, it is very well written, portraits the emotions….anger, frustration so well…
    mind blowing… Great JobπŸ‘ŒπŸ»πŸ‘ŒπŸ»

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