Unprepared for my life, I stock my dreams, when-
I know one mere spark could set them aflight,
But for now I am unable to choose,
One from another, for resources are not loose.
These realms of life I fail to comprehend,
The failure's consequences I apprehend,
Nor numbers, nor people tether me
When i delve into the pits of poesy.
Will my poetry make my relief?
Or do I wirte for mere belief?
Unanswered questions trouble my mind,
For my future, I have to find.
With not much time am I left
To establish myself, in a manner most deft,
To take up the law or the laws of life
Is something that in my mind has caused a constant strife.
Is it strange to live in such confusion?
Or am I being just plain human?
Oh! Questions for questions have created unmitigated turmoil,
I only hope not to waste my life, caught up in this coil.
Dolashree K. Mysoor
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