I

Like the wounded bird 

On the stark tree, 

Like the forced cloud 

In the sky 

And 

Like the restricted breeze 

That doesn't veer, 

I am chained 

In a labyrinth 

From where 

I can't come out.

I bombard my head 

On the wall, 

But 

Blood never oozes out, 

I stab my emotions, 

But 

Tears never come to the eyes. 

I kill my soul many a time, 

But 

The body remains triumphant. 

Yes, 

Someone wins,

Someone swells with pride 

And 

I don't even masquerade to smile.