Words Poem by Prafulla Kumar Panda

They ooze and stare
from the webs of thought
and like preys inside such intricate nets
pray to me
to hold them up into the world,
before they're lost, make them rhyme

but my stand is unknown to them
while brimming with love
and dreaming in the lap
of this erratic Autumn,
like a field of corn
all of a sudden, I am crushed
by the fits of a storm
loathsome,
devastated,
i live with an uncertain future

a drowning man, now I am
and helplessly depend on a paltry thing
stammer and stagger
rant and pant,
like a youth after a dose of opium
while the time robustly condemns
and stares at me like an insolent man

hence,
either you stay or gentle pass
or wait until another day for me to showcase.

©Prafulla Panda, India.