Unreached Happiness Poem by manaswini dash

Oh God!
With your tons of load of sorrow and pain,
I felt uncomfortable and grief stricken.
Being dipped in the pool of utter poverty
My poor hands were too weak to carry or shift it.
The pressure of unremitting pain makes me suffocated.
The cumulative growing sorrow makes me broken hearted.
At that moment-
From the gap of your folded palms
A thread width of happiness falls
It falls on the ton load mountain of sorrow
But too thin to penetrate it as does by an arrow
So neither it makes itself capable of reaching my sight
nor my vision elongate itself enough to see its plight
Meanwhile with the increasing pain in geometrical progression
I was gradually squeezed to go down and down.
The distance between us increased day by day.
Like the two shores of an unending Bay.
Thus, my wish to see my long cherished happy period
Still remained for me quite far and far beyond