Common Man's Diary

 I just write and write

With the hope for a future bright

Would you like to take a peak

Unfolding my misery and my life in a bleak

I am the news, I am the sensation

My plight is written with less articulation

But would it be enough for speculation?

Words are not enough to emphasise gesticulation

I cry, I lament but who bothers

Life goes on and on in a scale larger

My sufferings and my demise

Would never let ur imagination suffice

Through the curtains of sorrow and pain

I reveal the world which is not to gain

I preach adjustments and nature of life

For I'm sliced with speculated knife

News, talk shows are what I garner

But nobody understands what i warner

If I am agony how do you peace?

If I am bruised how do you smile?

For I am not a pawn to be pruned

Just an outcast to be written and crooned

I give u fooder for your headlines

I take the burden and be in sidelines

All this is not a game for

Iam the sufferer and I am the claim

Come peep into my diary

For i write in emotions fiery

For my pain is my priory

And my world is miry.