My Name Poem by Khoj Agarwal

Sitting alone in the dark,
I realize,
The present has lost his mark.
Past is what I live today,
With a battle of silence,
In me to play.
What was right and what was wrong,
I think,
It all comes back,
Without a blink.
Should I call the people,
I left behind,
Or breath today,
Like a blind.
My absence did not make the world hault,
I feel,
My presence was a fault.
Few eyes are waiting,
For for me to come and earn their bread,
But how will I explain them,
I am strong as a thread.
They all say, after the dark,
There is a morning that comes,
Brightness came many times,
But this darkness has made me numb.
I wish I could get the lap,
On which I used to lie,
The darkness hides even the tear,
Which my silence cry.
All this makes me strong,
So that I don’t expect tomorrow,
Not a hope, nor a lap,
I don’t expect to borrow.
I blame every moment,
Which touched me and desired to live again,
I wish I had none,
For they all are today, a source of pain.
To breathe is fine but, to live today is blame,
I wish, I was the only one,
Who knew my NAME.