Saturday, November 19, 2016
I seem to have lost my lamp
during the night of wandering breaths.
I didn't know where I was when I woke-up,
I started arguing with the trees and the Rocks
and with myself. And then I cried!
Then in the distant mists I heard a voice telling me,
'No matter what happens, keep going..
for you are sure to find yourself someday'!
Hence here I am, searching very myself,
I once really was, never for my own behalf.
copyright © Siddartha Montik (Ramesh Kompella)
Topic(s) of this poem: lamentation,solitude