Tired I am
Of being helplessly pushed and pulled
Through the vagaries of time
The strings of life
Not in my control
And I powerlessly watch
The sorrows come and go
On dark nights
In an abyss of pain, they drown me,
And I hopelessly slither to come out,
Not succeeding in my endeavours.
I slouch in endless pain
Defenceless blood oozes out
Yet, expressionless remains life.
In fast-moving lanes of time
I’ve heard that sorrows, an oasis create
Through which radiating light enters –
And I await my turn
For my soul to glimmer.
– Neelam Saxena Chandra.