Dr. Yogesh Sharma
In A Dark Nation: I Am Lost - Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
In a nation of black darkness: I am lost;
I crave to run out of this land unmindful of host.
Eyes are short of tears blazing down my face,
Scary thoughts making dumb my spirit to pace.
Pinning to die, to get tranquility at fast,
Life is full of thorns, the die is mast.
The worthlessness that devours me live,
Is concealed way down deep inside.
All suck up my spirit and emit it foul,
The ache of it force me howl.
In the storm my sobs are blown,
No one to heed, far they've thrown.
Motionless is my heart the cries ping,
But of love and delight will never get wing.
For no emotion is within thee,
Only a living tomb like world will see.
With death I have a promise to keep,
An appointment from which I cannot weep.
Not at all do I agonize about my gait,
Stillness at last, I just have to wait.
Comments about In A Dark Nation: I Am Lost by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You