A Dirge Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Sitting at the edge of oblivion
I prepare myself to say good bye
To this world of curses and insults
Where hopes rise and gradually die

Thoughts are like flying birds
Forever restless seeking shelters
Sky of troubles is so immense while
Trying to hold it with wings soul falters

Steps lead to calamities only
To be usurped by churning eddies
No one is there to extend hands as the
Souls are all dead inside the mortal bodies