Seema Aarella

Rookie - 10 Points (19 Mar 1979 / KGF, India)

Misery Strikes At Its Will… - Poem by Seema Aarella

Misery strikes at its will
Like a stalking tiger
Pouncing on its kill
When everything is
Going pretty steady
Hell breaks loose,
When I am not ready! ! !
Worries shove
Upon a peaceful mind
Chasing me away from
The mainstream
Chased until I am lost
In a jungle of thoughts
All roads are blocked
In my room I stay locked
Hiding from the world,
More questions evolve
Those are obscure to solve
Helpless and weak
Loneliness I seek
Bleary eyes try to
Peer past uncertainty
Situations are far
Deep and dirty!
Shackled, and thrown
Into dingy godown,
I withdraw into
My bodily cocoon,
In the darkness I lay
Waiting to liberate
For passing of this doom
Clearing this uncanny gloom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 9, 2008

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