The Inner Longing Poem by Angelina Pandian

A day of sorrow
A night of weeping
Coming in sequence
Has become my way of life.
Walking barefoot
Through Life’s blazing desert
I step on brambles and cactus
No trees with rustling green leaves
Shelter my back – Fate,
The glaring Sun dries
Even the stream of tears
That flows down my face.
Life becomes meaningless
With dreams made of mirages
And pleasure but a dropp of water
Never enough, to quench my thirst.
I have a longing, deep in my heart
Which I don’t understand myself,
I’d rather become a blade of glass
A whispering stream or a sea wave
A wandering cloud, would suit me well,
Gliding, across the sun and moon.
I would be any of these, than myself
For then, I would know not, love nor its pain!