Worth : A Poem by Arun Pandit

WORTH

 PEOPLE SAID THAT I INSPIRED

MAYBE THAT’S WHY I WAS ADMIRED

BUT SOMEWHERE INSIDE

FELT AS IF I WAS WIRED

WOUNDED AND TIRED

MY TEARS FELL LIKE RAIN

MAKING ME GO INSANE

DEEP WITHIN ME THE QUESTION ARISED

DO I STILL HAVE THE FIRE?

TO TAKE ME HIGHER

DO I STILL HAVE THE FORCE

OR I AM WORTH OF ONLY “REMORSE”

IS IT JUST MY IMAGINATION

OR MY WORTHS ASSASINATION

I FELT MY FAITH WAS WOUNDED

MY CONFIDENCE WAS GROUNDED

I NEVER GAVE UP!

FAIL! FALL! GET UP!

LIKE A HIT ME DOLL

WHICH IS MADE TO HIT AND FALL

GETTING UP JUST TO REALISE

THAT IT WOULD BE HIT AGAIN

BLOW AFTER BLOW

TIME AND AGAIN

SUCKING THE LIFE OUT

MAKING ME INSANE

SCREAMING PAIN

LIFE IS A BANE

A NEVER ENDING TEST

WITH ABSOLUTELY NO REST

NOTHING IS FAIR

NOTHING TO AVAIL

HONESTY & TRUTH

ARE SYNONYMS FROM FAIRY TALE

GOOD IS BAD AND BAD IS GOOD

THE ONE YOU CONSIDER DEAR

COULD BE AN OBJECT OF FEAR

THE ONE YOU CARE

CAN IN FUTURE GIVE YOU A SCARE

THIS IS THE TRUTH THAT NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR

IT’S HARD TO BEAR

WHATEVER I LEARNED

LIFE HAS BURNED

THIS FIRE IS BURNING HIGHER

IT’S GETTING SO DARK

AND I AM NOT LEAVING ANY MARK

SILENTLY

MY INNER SELF IS CRYING

MY SPARK IS SHYING

MY WORTH IS DYING

– ARUN PANDIT

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