Distress Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

I saw her astride along staid rows
Of past's ruins and future's quagmires
In dern grey tunnel deep ‘neath the mind
In stoic nonchalance of a shattered soul.

Her bleak eyes dissolve in distant dusk
Though mired in rinsu are her insights
And blind to the speeding time's train
That banishes her presence to uncertain days.

She knows not where her tunnel leads,
She knows not where her strides lead;
‘Tis a futile sojourn to shed
All sins that strained her innocent soul.

Her pasts are tattered and future shattered,
No bridge can stand her battered spirit;
The loathsome deadweight of bleakness
Fails her knees to hold to the Earth.

The endless tunnel is cold and dark
Where she strides as a haunted ghost;
No light or hope can touch her form
Till ruins and quagmires fuse to new hopes.