Moaning Expectations Poem by DASHARATH NAIK

Harnessing what I have
I fumble and fall
my aspirations dig my grave
to be left there unrecognized
for all and for ever.

My expectations by my side
moaning my lost game
where I failed to teach my fellow
the beauty of Love and Humanity,
seriously at peril today.

My sincere words of wishes
drenched in blood though
would determine my days
lived in the silent vicinity of voidness
with my feeble helpless limbs.

My honest appreciation of life
and the kindest people around
would burst like bubbles
but aloud letting others know
my life's long cherished dreams.

*(c) Dasharath Naik