Appeal Poem by Hans Raj Sharma

O’ me Lord!
My eyes dazzle
Mystified
I’m running down
Of vision
My mind rounds
Round and round
Unfilled with
Feelings
Heart felt
And mind-set
I’m ill-equipped
Amateurish
Standing tall
Incapable of
Setting down
Bending
Over
Empty handed
To bow down.

O’ me Lord!
Next-
I’m a statue
Unresponsive
Lifeless
Pale wretched
Haggard
Woebegone
And anguished
Wrinkled face
Turned anthill.

O’ me Lord!
I fear
The moment
Dreadful
Gloomy vista
That casts
No ray of light
Little hope
Apathetically
I live
Out to quit
The issues
Forgetting
The density
Of impasse
That the future
Generation
Willingly
Or unwillingly
Bound
Globally to face
Hazardous age
In every way
Of present time
Getting
Bad to worst.

Still, to arrive
At the key in
I don’t discern
As to why?
Blood runs
High as such
In arteries
And veins
Losing patience
Regaining faint
Yielding up
Resigning-
O’ me Lord!
End up
Despondency
Sanctifying
Untamed poor
Statesmen
For their role
Sincerely
They must play.
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Ludhiana, Punjab, India.