Which I know is not meant for me.
What am I is strange to believe,
neither a past to cherish nor a future to live.
How naive are we people, knowing it all..
yet its You who's trusted by all.
Takes years for a tree to rise,
but a single storm to give it a fall..
Like an escapist have I become today,
is it exactly what You'd thought of one day..
There is a hollowness in my heart.
Stop it...
For anyone's sake, if at all its only a start..
Its again me who takes the blame,
only because to save Your ruthless name?
You in your secret ways have created a vacuum,
and left hundreds of reasons for me to assume..
Let it be like that, O God of bad times,
are we just Your puppets of a sweet old rhyme?
When those black clouds hover around,
I still look for a silver glint that surrounds..
Callous does Your name sound to me,
again its me made to suffer and distances to see..
In the arena of life, I'm made to sit on the stairs
and clap at other's victory and laugh at my own defame..
When my story comes to an end,
You will have one question to reason..
Will I be the one to have a smile at the end, or
Will You be the one to smile at my end?
1 comment:
I read your poem ... its a nice work .. really deep ... keep it up ...
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