Rue Poem by Ritu Bajaj

I sleep no every night, Wakes up to the bed and cry.
Should forget the past I done, Trickle the tears for none.
Ghosts of the past follows me the jiff I pack my eyes,
Where do I go with no place to hide.
I see them appear blatantly before,
Away taking all that could be procure.

lost the spry and lost in the dirge,
bemoan sing incessantly inside and surge.
Let me kill this bewail here and now,
So my loved ones can never know it, anyhow.

But what is it that every person, every phase has come to know.
As I met with sombre in everything that used to glow.
Now, Rant foolishly, repent for things couldn't pile;
This contrite plays wile,
for when will I wean this albatross; learn to smile.

Refuge of Jehovah would be my only atone;
As Sources of warmth, for me, are left none.
I should love him only, he is the one who surely loves back
Despite of knowing who I am and what karmas I have Pack.