The crumpled pages Crumpled pages carry my story Clamour my pains & wounds so gory Clumsy situations where my soul got stuck Coffin was better than those moments so worst Colourless was my world as I lost my father Countless were the responsibilities as I was the elder Chaotic heart with heaviness of loss Castigating myself as if I was the cause Concealing my emotions I started to work Cap-a-pie dirty as I was a child labourer Carrying books in hand was once a dream Contrast to this I got scoldings and screams Can the crumpled pages give my justice? Can cheer & chuckles again exist? My entry for task 2 West Zone team 20 POETRY - THE CRUMPLED PAGES Crumpled pages carry my story Clamour my pains & wounds so gory Clumsy situations where my soul got stuck
