Manisha Sharma


Here I sit alone,
Trying to know,
What really went wrong?
No foes, no friends,
No darkness, nothing bright,
No cultures, no trends,
No colour, no light!
Who will hold me?
Who will shake me?
Who wll ruin me?
Or, even, who will make me?
There is no feeling, no pain!
There are no losses and no gain!
Is there anyone who can scold me?
Or, anything that can mould me?
I'm hard like a stone,
Which has no emotions.
I've got no aim,
Nor, do i hold any notions!
When will you, Oh God, grind me,
Between the wheels of time? and,
When will i again,
Turn back into soil?
To be a toy in a child's hand,
Or, a path in a leader's land.
To be a love temple's deity,
Or a mother in the fields of paddy.
A pot to quench a traveller's thirst,
Or, a bed to provide the eternal rest.
God, when will I be a part of Thee
To spread love in your land,
And, bring around cheers,
Spread smile on every face,
And, vanish all thier fears!

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 10, 2009

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