A sad poem to write line by line;
The Sun of my life to never shine!
O Sad Poem, you’re my life,
Moon’s a struggle, a strife!
A Note to Take before Reading the Sad Poem
This is a fact that many children harbor complex thought processes and their feelings become highly magnified when they are alone, pondering over something, which can be both trivial or non-trivial.
This sad poem is the second part of the poetry piece ‘An Exclusive Sad Poem: Is It Really Progress?’
So the Sad Poem Goes Like This…
In Part 1, we met a child who is living in a small room and who is often alone.
I surely live in a small cozy room
My life’s a sad poem looking for more room!
One day, he just started thinking and, as a result, started missing. The emotions are highly complex and they ramify in different directions like a true sad poem.
However, there is no one in his vicinity and so what started as a small bud soon grew enormous.
A small window in a small room,
Sad poem, sad poem, more soon!
He trapped in sadness, looked out,
Started thinking of all and about
Moon that can’t be seen,
There goes loose life’s rein!
In a nutshell, this sad poem is all about being in a captive deprived state. The sad poem has many view angles, which further explore other territories of complex thoughts.
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Note: The sad poem follows a powerful black verse for seamless and powerful narration.
So, why not find out more about what the child is actually thinking about by jumping to the following atypical sad poem!
Is It Really Progress? An Expansive Sad Poem
The larger cities, the larger life,
Less of space, more of struggling
Smiles; the life will rush
Like a hare in a bush:
A whole jungle to run,
But still nowhere to run.
A tiger stands near the bush,
The roar to come next,
A yellow heart in rest;
Where the hare will go,
Confined to a bush, lo?
Me too a hare in my
Small room,
Me too confined to my room!
And I can’t enjoy watching
The full moon for hours.
Is it really progress?
There are so many questions
I can’t just ask; there are
Limitations and hesitation, and
They will still be there and they merrily
Say I live in a city
Full of good restaurants,
Outlets, mall, metro to commute,
And so on – all with less of space
To genuinely smile,
And tell all, I live in a small room
Of a city.
Is it really progress?
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