Will You Bring Me Back?

Will You Bring Me Back? short poem

Will you bring me back?
Will you,When I am on the verge of leaving this world?
Sorrow doesn’t grieve me anymore;
All my happiness-I have already sold.
I have exercised an unidentified, reluctant approval,
Accepting all that the world has wrought
To me and my folk.
You have made me fall,
A thousand times in all.
I don’t desire for freedom anymore,
I have already submitted to that reluctant approval.
I have submitted to you, to the core.
I am now devoid of my own identity.

Will you give me back my long lost Recognition?
What, don’t you recognize me anymore?
You’re selfish.
Yes, you are!
My worth is lost, forever.
It is you who have taken away the vitality of my life;
But I cannot protest.
My words are lost…Oh, are you laughing in jest?
Now, I am on the verge of leaving this world,
You won’t bring me back, will you?

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I am student and my passions are ever directed towards the literary front. I love rhymes and do not love them,too! I want people to derive joy from all kinds of rhymes as well as free verse... hence, I write in both... Hope you'll enjoy these pieces of absurdities!
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Welcome to HoP @mekhala-chattopadhyay. Such a heart wrenching piece of verse, your command over the language and its use touches a chord deep within. wonderful writing and we are so happy to have you as a member of our community.

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An excellent free verse. But i cringe on such thoughts of submission and reluctance. You say sorrow does not grieve you anymore, but many a times you are grievously sorrowful .the idea of surrender plagues your conscious mind yet thankfully you are still aware of the grace of standing tall. Surrender, you say, you have, then why do you (again, thankfully) crave for your countenance long lost; to look at the mirror and remember what you were? Why does it pain you to feel somebody laugh as though you are lost? “venisti remanebis donec denuo completus sis.”
Overall loved the poem, waiting for more poems to come.

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Such sad sentiments from a lady, just starting in life. But if that is how you are spurred to write, go on.

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