An Agony


Sri Lanka




       An Agony 


They say that is precious,

But all I see is worthless,


A breath without freedom,

A smile without happiness,

A cry without reason,

But they treat is as a creation,


They smile like angels,

Talk like magicians,

But I feel like poison.


Day by day I am going

Deeper and deeper,

In this hell of fakers,

You may not believe

What I say,

But this is not the Earth

Its way.


                                             By Tanuri Thumbowita


This poem is about: 
Our world


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