I Am Among Thorns

I Am Among Thorns short poem

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I felt pricking sensation
all over in my body
making me restless
for me to let a cry.

As I started to cry
I felt my voice strained
persuades me to give a shriek
of helplessness to draw
the people towards me
who think little
that voicing against agony
always troubles harmony.
still, I wanted to cry
for I am impatient
and annoyed with
the day-to-day affairs
which have reduced me
to a lifeless log.
I felt I have no life
for I do not know a way
to make myself free
from man – made thorns
that grow in multitudes
unlike the thorns in Nature.

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Ass. prof. of English, I have qualification in German language . I have been teaching German since 15 years, My working place is S VIVEKANANDA DEGREE COLLEGE ,NEHRU NAGAR PUTTUR (D. K.) 574203 KARANATAKA INDIA. I have learnt hindustani music also
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Milton Robertson

A hard hitting poem, very true and very good. I too was living among thorns. I turned to The Way, The Truth, and The Light and in Him, There Is No Night.

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