Rest in peace..

I think am already dead

But no matter daily am fed

Too much time I sleep

But I can’t even weep

I feel so damn numb

Even when I hit a bump

Always in my bed

Like my car in shed

Some ask me my wage

Followed by my age

I think for their daughter

They do all this slaughter

I have an empty pocket

Time flies like a rocket

At home, am always a worry

No answers ,but am sorry

“Do this, do that”

Always they pat

“My time will surely come”

Telling that I convince them

They do what they do

But upto nothing too

I have lot to worry

Which I try to burry

Thank God!! I am healthy

Someday I will become wealthy

Now let me be at ma home

Trying to help my mom

A teacher stuck online

I will be her helpline

Just don’t bother about me

As you don’t gather my fee

I do believe in my talents

So do believe my parents

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