Whirlpool Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Nothing goes right with me
The distance hills give a picture
Of a world beautiful and shining

I jump into the whirlpool
Of expectations and desires
Come out empty handed

The sky is only an imagination
There is nothing in and beyond it
I don't understand why people worship it

Tree bends low as if in reverence
Or is it subjugation
Before the rising storm
They depend on their roots for survival

I am rootless
Carved in a stone picked up
From a corner of the courtyard
Unnoticed and derelict since years
I started breathing my own