Juvenile Poem by Saroj Padhi

Left in the lurch
at the peak of raw emotions
while seeking the other,

my foot steps floundered
as they failed in the process
to recognize the self-image
lost to the enigma of time
that allowed provisions for many revisions,
also tor simultaneous confusions
before redeeming the past
from muddy streams
and sinful lumps of slime;

past is powerful a presence,
the present is fighting with itself
for a clearer voice to express
those feelings of the prime
when the forebodings of future
overshadow the present clime;

I don't know
how to come out of this juggernaut
of complex emotions
of love, guilt, remorse combine
in this moonless night of dark hate

till that time
when the grace of sun on leaves does shine.