My Poems Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty

When my soul is bereft
of your presence so sweat
I am like an orphan sloth.

Lingering in scorching heat
along the arduous path
on bare feet.

When I am burnt within
with no outlet
around me good or evil felt,
when in a mood graceful
or bitterly awkward
When endowed with all goods
or deadly threatened
with a stained sword.

When I am funny or serious
glorious or rebellious
when present and past torture
the pious and virgin future.

There is so limitless a blue sky
No wings I have with a desire to fly.

When my thirst and hunger
not defined
as if plutonic lava
beneath the clogged vent confined.

Don't know I, who sings in me
A little while, for I am enlightened
I thank thee.