Amidst Of Those Fields Poem by Lucky Verma

The aura glimmering amidst of those
Charming colours is nothing
But just a glimmer of his patience.
Those musty eyes and shadowed face is nothing
But just a portray of hope
He has beneath the deep core of belief.

That belief is the fuel to him
Keeping the engine, running
Throughout the day
But the fuel is about to end,
Since the day has not come
When he expects to feel relieved,
When he expects to see the starry night
Amidst of those fields with his family,
When he expects to have the fate
which he never got

Then suddenly the sorrows, the silence,
Just behind that belief, has emerged
And so the soul into the infinite
Leaving the cage amidst of those fields.
By -- Lucky Verma