Meaningless Creativity!!!!!

I don't know why i wrote this, but i loved the idea of the poem.I wrote about a time when everything around me was like a whirlwind, nothing was stable.I could not think of anything, not even had the slightest idea what i am going to do that very afternoon.I felt numb, lazy.But,i wrote this poem, and i really felt good.You should try to write things to clear your head sometimes,it works!


Putrefied Time


My soul is pierced hundred times,
From what I see every day.
To let me live in this despair,
I keep my mouth sealed.
Seeing the death-race I think
May be my number is next.
I'll go when time comes
Leaving my wounded soul behind.
I've big burdens of injustice,
Which I can't carry anymore.
Opened my mouth to declare
what was hidden in the heart.
But kept my hands on my mouth
Refraining myself from protesting;
What we all have been doing,
leaving our inner self screaming loud.
Subconsciously, my hand slips
 down and I speak;
Which becomes a roar
as my voice echoes the voice
of the people out there.
Now, you will all see
there'll be a huge
tide of change;
In this conveying
putrefied time;
As we speak.