Unfortunate I Am Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Across the wide corridor of life
I have given shelter to many seasons
Love, hate, hunger and treason
Make a crowd without valid reasons

Roof of misfortune was always
Leaking and kept me soaked thick
No corner was safe to hide and
With torrents of tear walls were weak

Leafs of solace that fell from trees
Of known souls around dried too soon
Days were scorching with the raging sun
Nights seemed eerie without the moon

Across the wide corridor of life
It seemed I was the unfortunate guest
Around me sinners as wolves of night
Tore away my limbs without taking rest