The unborn seed

What a purposeless life i lead
Still i am like an unborn seed
I want to grow I want to rise
To the sky But neverthless how hard i try
I cant find the sunshine
Which would light the way to my purpose
I cant find the water
Which would wash away my
insecurities
I cant find the soil
Which would support the roots of my
direction and give me a start
the world sees money as its sunshine
Power as its water
In the soil of the world
One can  expand
But cannot rise
So foul is the system
The seed who wants rise
Is supressed or killed in disguise

Reviews

[Lourisa]

I enjoyed reading you poem, Kunal. It speaks of great truths. It's hard for many of us to accept what has become the norm in this world, to be forced to take part in the daily races. I hated that too, it was destroying me. So I stopped. Just stopped and refuse to be part of the madness. People thought I was crazy for doing what I did but what I did was saving my soul. You can rise, find your own fertile ground. You life may feel purposeless but it's not. Keep on writing!

[Kunal Garg]

thank you for your kind words lourisa really appreaciate it... :)