The Burden Of Being Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

That, ways of heart all others can follow,
Give me the power of words that can explain,
Or give me empathy in heart's hollow
In order that love of life dies no vain;
Pray, make this world a way-bit less me-made,
That, it has time for those stranded at sea,
Give me guts, else, to hold on to its dread,
That, I can keep fears confined unto me.

I hope, world remains open enough still,
And nigh less smug to failing words of plea,
I've no way to appeal to worldly will
That has li'le time O to listen to me.
O let me bear the burden of being,
Remember this life's rule, autumn or spring.
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Sonnets | 02.05.16 |