Vain Hope Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

It was me who cried during the night
Restless, alone in bed, pining for you,
Promises you make you do not keep,
The words you coin they do not weigh,
No one now sings the songs you sang.

What shall I do if there be none
To solve the riddle woven by you,
To sort the mayhem created by you,
To put out the fire ignited by you,
And remove the doubts created by you.

How am I to find your whereabouts
In the thick of things scattered about,
In the streets and narrow lanes of thoughts;
The words I had asked to cover you up
O Hope, you seem to have torn apart.