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I Don't Feel
I don’t feel anything and I don’t cry anymore,
Strong am I or am I not, as those who cry don’t
Get the shore.
Not mine, but its the tested feeling of the wise ones.
To be their part, my crying tendencies I need to shun,
And carefully must I fill my virtues cart.
Giving it up is all worth it, Rest the risk of being
Labeled immature and spent; then I’ll be done!
I don’t feel anything and I don’t think what is here now
And what is in store,
Positive thoughts are now welcome and worries I presently
Then why the thoughts of ‘what is mine’ and ‘what is
Still the ponderance on what could have been my destiny
And others for which I am not sure.
I don’t feel anything and I don’t long for Friends- past,
Present and future’s door.
So many destinations and much individual paths to follow,
Relations are though fulfilling even now and not hollow.
Then why the pain of inherent distances & sadness, every
Time I have to swallow?
Emotions for created and pre-existing relations present
Even in these moments’ swing,
Meetings are still special, as we share a joyous hug,
a cheerful ‘Hello’ and a naughty wink.
I don’t feel anything and happiness & wait for my desires
Is now mellow,
Minimal the expectations and more the space, is the key to
More peace and less sorrow,
Perfect formula for all smiles, as tears I too don’t wish to
I forwent so much, yet I fear the same meadows,
Why my eyes still well up and lips convey elation,
When the sun shines bright, or a heart becomes narrow,
Why the prolongation of this gravitation?
I Don't Feel by Charu Bhatnagar is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Based on a work at charubhatnagar.hubpages.com.
© 2012 Charu Bhatnagar