On a wrinkled piece of paper, <br /> <br />I lay in extreme centre. <br /> <br />I am depressed and wounded, <br /> <br />Yet nobody is astounded. <br /> <br />I lay there like a lifeless soul, <br /> <br />With no one to give me hope. <br /> <br />I have never been given a hug. <br /> <br />Always been treated like a slug. <br /> <br />On a wrinkled piece of paper, <br /> <br />I lay in extreme centre. <br /> <br />I have always gotten rude gestures, <br /> <br />From children, family, friends and teenagers. <br /> <br />Everyone greets me with a Bye-Bye, <br /> <br />And then tears prick my eyes. <br /> <br />I have always remained shackled, <br /> <br />My life, my death, my grave, <br /> <br />My soul, my body bound in reins. <br /> <br />On a wrinkled piece of paper, <br /> <br />I lay in extreme centre.<br /><br />Shamin Bashir Shah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-saddest-poem-ever/
