Paupers Prayer. By Sonam Bhutia - Poem by sonam bhutia
Underneath the roof of welkin…
Strangely titled a pauper, there strive.
Every nook and roads knew his abode.
Flesh enfolded with the
Garments, of chill.
His hunger obliterated
By the morsel of illusion…
Upon the concrete couch,
Mends his ramshackle dreams.
Withered lips singing an elegy
Every now and again…
Cursing, regretting and brooding
To a hollow destiny of his…
Rambling in the glory of fantasy,
That would never last long
As snow flakes on a river.
Melancholy prays he
In an isolation often…
O! Doom, I beseech thou overcome,
Dispel a worthless life of mine.
For every moment seems encumbrance to me.
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