Pain That Kills Me Poem by Priyanka Bhowmick

Unknown a trouble has grabbed my soul,
a trouble incapable I am to portray.
Neither the pain of love nor the tragedy of life,
hurting my mind in a ceaseless way.
Nature seems to be speechless,
her elements pointing their fingers at me.
Birds not reply, trees not give me their shade,
the river turns off her face from me.
People reacting at me in an unusual way,
the way they never used to be.
Creatures not come at my call,
they bawl with fury when they see.
Miserable has become my life,
my friends are not around.
The pain is killing me,
life's without any music or sound.