In Your Prayers Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

When I’m beside myself with grief
Around me looms a dark mass
You though pray for my ache’s relief
My bones are pieces of broken glass!

When you see my torrents of grief
Around me the world makes no sense
You though pray for my pain’s relief
My eyes pour in unstoppable rains!

When you find me in benumbed grief
Around me stops the worldly rush
You though pray for my agony’s relief
My heart finds in living no purpose!

My bones are now broken pieces of glass
My frame one wind blown leaf
My eyes a torrent of deluged river’s gush
In your prayers though you seek my relief!