Lost Poem by Vishal Kr. Sharma

Unaware where the point of compass move,
Unaware what existence look for me to prove,
Yes life, I'm heedless, I'm lost,
Le'me free, how much does it cost?

I shape right, there's silence in my eye,
I don't have the nerve to look left, why?
Midway of evil eyes, I'm lost,
This is the way I fear the most.

Yes, low down, drive it slow,
Dear life, this is not the nursery I wanted to go.
You took me so deep, I'm lost,
I'm not a poetry of Robert Frost.

I see front, I'm afraid, I'm high
And I don't have the nerve to look back, why?
I sit on knees, do not steal me, I'm lost,
Trust me, I'm not the son of a rost.

Just leave words, what you need me to do,
Taste the fruit Adam and Eve chew?
Profit out of me, because I'm lost,
I'm not in mood to fight back, I'm dozed.

But life, do not profit so much out of me,
I won't kneel, I'll hit with the knee,
I'll take you deep, you'll be lost,
It'll be my way you'll fear the most.