Dark Lanes Of Love Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

I lay lifeless by a burning bank,
Where I cried for my love, lay weeping;
I cried and cried all alone in the dark,
Crying, crying and crying.

Then I moved to the world and the wild,
All were there to prick and pinch in haste;
And they abused how I was defiled,
Driven out and polluted but players chaste.

I live in a dark and abused lane of love,
And cheated, I and wished I never had been;
A pit was dig in the midst to mock my lore,
Where I used to play as a jumping teen.

And the doors of dignity and love were shut
Although not writ on the door;
So I tried and turned to love hut,
That many love vultures bore.

Inside I saw my fellows as if in graves,
Joy riders crush us brutally like tombstones to dead,
And we in black gowns mourn the waves,
And cursing my existence with cleaved head.

When my shamed eyes sore
Bright day turned into night and strife,
Day suffers with the night's gloomy lore,
We are shadows without gender, joy and life.