Is it ? Is it too much? Too much to ask?
Or do I not deserve the thing I seek utmost?
Am I condemned to be the undeserving?
Is it too much? Will you tell me is it too much to ask?
No! No! No! This fragmented glass of a heart
It does not ask for virtues like love, kindness or honesty.
And no not pleasures like flesh, fame and money.
Then is it power? No, I pity power and those who seek it.
Is it ? Is it too much? Too much to ask?
Or do I not deserve the thing I seek utmost?
Am I condemned to be the undeserving?
Is it too much to ask for something simple yet difficult?
For it I have prayed from the day I learnt
To fold hands and say "pretty please" to the one who sees.
What is this "it" that I speak of? What exceeds?
What exceeds the heart and body? What makes?
What makes a child beg at the altar of agape?
'Tis to be understood in life, to be seen as I am.
Is it ? Is it too much, now? Too much to be understood?
Or do I not deserve to be seen as I am?
Am I condemned to be the undeserving?
Is it too much to ask to be seen and understood?
Voices tell me I am this, voices tell me I am that
They don't see my face, they just assume it to be
Am I not ? Crystal and clear?
Crystal and clear like a glass; Glass of a heart? Is it the cracks that makes it? Just so much?
-Just so much it blinds the eyes that keenest, art?
And at other times 'tis my fear that bars
This glass of a heart from those who could've seen.
Perhaps it is too much to yearn and wish to be seen and felt. And-
And to dream a dream so naive that I still hold,
A Utopian hope, you and they may call,
Of a world understood and people understanding.
Are we condemned to be the undeserving?
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Stanzas Of Heart
PoetryI really have no idea on what I should write here. Just it's a collection of poems. I am just making an attempt. I am not that good at this poem writing so I doubt whether people will like it. Anyway trying isn't bad right?
