I Am Not Stopping Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

Did I ask why
Saddled within, somewhat wasted
Like a footprint absorbed

Or did I choose to answer
With no one around to touch
But a breath of living

I am not stopping but it ain't
The raging fear or the aftermath
I am simply taking a while


To weep you need no reason
The melting pot of silent emotions
Make these cross overs within

It is not about asking "why"
The passage is remorseless
The rites hold sway in a blind

There are no rewards, than endurance
The journey is sublime
At each step and the other