my past is erased,
my present is clipped...
my future camouflaged!
any speck of thought is gripped in fear,
any contemplation ending in suspicion,
I'm not sure of any next second!
ethics shout loud to check my perception,
'not all is as it seem, not all can be at blame! '
my senses seem going berserk....,
indication remained only in utter pain,
burning in every breath and its work,
getting me in such treacherous trauma,
in the end tossing me into an eternal irk!
can't be like this in any of my make-up,
could be the reason lying with no basis,
after all nothing can be beyond the 'karma', the thesis!
no wonder i starve for a fresh breath,
even as hottest but as fresh!
or even my honest compromise,
to get shot in a split second,
to be forged under a sledge-hammer,
to sublimate in a blast-furnace!
all I want is 'that fresh breath'!
copyright © Siddartha Montik (Ramesh Kompella)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem