‘Sonnet’
By: Shahid Shamshad Kumar
Nobody is here to understand my talk
I am dead and my emotions walk
Listening to everyone is a fair game
When I begin to speak they blame
Now I should keep my words deep
They will call me mad and I will weep
They mark me zero out of ten
To others I am among the idle men
Mad heart, cry but in the loneliness
Help yourself to overcome stress
I hate my words day by day
Outside I am December inside a hot May
Only my chum who is to understand
My situations and sorrows in the wonderland!