Life

Evelin Angel

Life

 

What is life

forgot the meaning

To whom we live

For what we live

I don’t understand

The definition given by the world

Is unfair I think

We live for others

Our life is depending

On something or someone

Why I don’t know

Couldn’t do anything on my own

Why is that

Life is boring

When can I do anything on my own

And for my own

In the childhood I live for parents

Obedient to them , caring them … etc

After finishing schooling

Who is allowing us to choose our career

They fits their mind in us pointing out

The financial status and the situations

But after choosing the career

Imposing us to choose the place were

We have to work

Oh, that too we can’t decide

This is what I could know the

Definition of what is life

Giving me lot of advices and

Giving me tons of rules to follow

To create a discipline life

But I don’t understand why is that…

Because I feel that so called discipline

Taking away my independency

I don’t know when I will be independent

I always waiting for that

Because I believe that is life …

Being independent

No one interfere what I do

What I think what I eat what I say

My life is in my hands

I know what to do and what not to do

Suddenly my dictator ie my mom

Saying “My life in my hands”

She always says that all human being is

Dependent to someone or something to survive in this world

We always take decisions depending on our environment or

Our situation conditions surrounding etc. blab la blab

I hate hearing that …...

Everyone saying nothing is permanent

What? And why? I don’t understand

How? my home is permanent

My mom is permanent and dad, sissy

Then why everyone telling nothing is permanent

They say when I get off from the universe ….

But I enjoyed everything when I am permanent in the world

Oh, really, I am fed up of these things

I cried, shouted, lamented, troubled, restless, for two days

Thinking of this life

After two days of thinking

Back to normal and gone to school as usual

What a mechanical life like a machine

School, tution, church , home

Drawing, reading playing phone games

What else in life I am doing

I don’t understand that what for I am living

Anyway life is boring unless and until I become independent.

 

 

 

  • Author: Evelin Angel (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 20th, 2024 08:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about the bad day of my son .. his frustration and his agony ....... i enjoyed the way he went out all his mind ... but struggled that day with his agony and frustration. he is 11 years old and using all kind of life\\\'s meaniful words choosing or thinking about his life.
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