Edacity for coin which keeps baiting,
expectations of others which goes on inflating,
although I have no existence of my own,
still I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.
Effigy of better eternity keeps on ruminating,
my sins and virtue are busy in interrogating,
although I have no existence of my own,
still I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.
My tears are now as futile as sheep's bleating,
someone will hold me, my eyes still awaiting,
although I have no existence of my own,
still I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.
For others thirst my hope estuary is mitigating,
neither the story is mine, nor I am narrating,
although I have no existence of my own,
still I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.
A great start with a nice poem, Utkarsh. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
Yes I agree with you revered poet. Trespassing into this zone as the comment box is not working at all today. neither the story is mine, nor I am narrating, although I have no existence of my own, still I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating. A great poem of excellence dear poet. You have a nice poetic tone. May God bless you a long and rich poetic life ahead. 10++++ for the sharing. Subhas
'Existence Of My Own' is an important poem expressing the utility of our existence. Nice.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good rendition of words embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Utkarsh and do remain enriched.
Thank You so much