Of Poems That'd Never Be… Poem by Alexander Raj

Yet another day,
The sun shone bright
Yet there's no light in sight,
As I plod along …

I plod along the paths of life
With weary eyes and feet so sore
With sacks of my deeds
That I carry along,
That burdens me more …

The battle goes on
Between right and wrong
Yet another day,
It's me and my soul
There seems no end
It's me against my soul …
I see the child in me
In my very eyes
Climb the vines of life
Among shades of flowers
That nurture trees,
In their bosoms deep …

I see him, talk to the trees
And sleep among the leaves
I see him, swim the rivers red
Among rhythms of love that run deep,
Run so very deep …

When silence screams
And laughter cries
And ghosts of loneliness crowd you
My weary eyes probe the dark skies
For a friendly star, of sunshine bright …

I feel like the solemn winds,
That roam valleys, in silent despair
Though cultures, buried in the hearts of mountains
Lay deep in slumber,
My soul rests no more,
In search of friendly caravans, it goes …

The battle goes on
Between right and wrong
Yet another day
Like the rain and the sun
There seems no end
It's me against my soul …

As I plod along
I hear whispers, speak of
Poems that'd never be …
Of poets, never free
As I plod along …