Prayer For You Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Too many people
and loneliness grips my heart,
I shrink.
But I like the sky with too many stars,
I get lost there,
in the twinkle and the glint.
Too many flowers
and I love them,
they add flavour to my distraught existence.
Too many roads,
and I lose sight of the destination,
I stop. I refuse to move.
Too many questions
and I lose my answers,
I fail. Miserably.
Too many failures,
and through them I see
my life.
All my failings --
lead to prayer
for you.