All the while I was thinking
For a better prosperity
From the age of understanding;
Toiled a little and spoiled more
I worked out a plan
Only to put my life in a litter bin;
Years have past
And dear ones have run fast
Leaving me behind to pant;
I lost the race bitterly
And now I cry for a better track
Once again aiming to run hard;
Skills and skills have been my friends
Thoughtless life surpassed my wills
Nothing if I say everything kills;
A life full of desperation
Devoured my happiness
In the name of passion towards work;
Missing it all
I hope for a better sunrise
And in the process I hate myself.
( Mohamed Umar Farooq )
Firstly and most importantly,a great big welcome to Mohamed! thank you for posting and sharing for the first time on our site. “Desperation” impressed me as a very introspective piece of work,always challenging to the writer as well as reader.The layers of meaning are ones that need to be teased out and require more than a cursory reading.”Contemplative” would I think be an appropriate tag for this piece.After all,in any genre of writing,poetry most of all,the “self” is the hardest subject.