Today I feel
I don't belong
To this earth,
I have different facets,
I hover in the strange atmosphere
With my unknown identity,
Still I listen
An obscure call from within,
Which tells me,
'You belong to this earth, '
Being confused,
I try to introspect myself,
I try hard,
But in vain,
As the tussle goes on inside and outside,
I realise that
The uncanny atmosphere has completely imprisoned me,
It's very difficult to get rid of this situation.
Speaking of calling in the fog, I invite you to read my poem OUT ON AN INNER LIMB.
The mind is such a labyrinth that we will never be done exploring its passageways, but at times we enter fogbank. It is healthy that you have a voice calling to you in the fog.
Sometimes I question myself too 'Who am I'? Very deep thinking. I love the poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Global warming is the reason for all such changes and we are responsible for it.