Criticizing is easy,
Cleansing out the frustrations through,
the vents of disrupted emotions,
That, which I understand.
But is it so easy?
To spit on the contributions that I had made,
towards our lives,
Even if those were the least that I could make?
The visuals make it seem plain,
And that is what you vision,
agreeing to its belief in your mind,
You would never know the chaos,
which belongs to my regretful heart,
to still have not got a centimetre close,
towards the world of richness and compassion,
bestowed on me by you two,
To have the want of showering it back on you both.
My life is aimless and I being purposeless,
as told by you, is something I accept.
But ask yourself,Don’t you see my struggle?
To have daily wanted to lift my soul,
To have wanted to grace the world,
To have wanted to use my worth,
To have wanted to content our lives,
To have wanted to live my ideologies,
To have wanted to give back to the others,
To have just wanted to make you both proud?
But you still don’t feel it enough,
The fear and timidity that is instilled in me,
which I’m incapable of uprooting.
I’m already grappling between the enormous waves,
of the life that I had paid to wrongly,
Won’t you come with your boat to lend a hand towards me?
Not to save me,
But to aid as the guard,
from the waves that could drown me,
For just the time being,
So that I don’t sit back inside your boat,
But as to take time for resting the limbs,
Refilling the vigour to race forward.
Yet,you would still disown my offerings,
to the one defect that comes out.
It breaks my entirety.
Not because of you berating me,
for the faults I make,
But for how you diminish the value,
of whatever I can grant positively.
For it relives as a sign of great failure in me.
Berate me for all the negatives that I am,
don’t berate for a reason that I am not.
Being the ones to grace my creation,
I put forth my head,
so low beneath your feet.
Yet,not withholding the voice,