WHAT CAN I DO
The night spreads a carpet of darkness
Over the far off hillock, the moon rises,
The eerie silence is intermittently broken
By the barking dogs s from a far-off den.
The life, forced to see the dawn of tomorrow
Would it alter the current phase of sorrow?
The emotionally-laden, fearful stalking heart
Longs to evade this trauma before every sunset.
The same life, the same stream of feelings
Keeps moving, faltering yet steadily moving;
Lighting a lamp, I draw my old pen and a book
Peeping through the small window to jot a lyric.
The orphaned and the starving street children
Influence my thoughts with a wave of emotion,
My mind gets blocked with a veil of dejection,
Lo! What can I do, rejected and left all alone.
When mind is reigned by thoughts of desperation
Who can but salvage the vanishing aspirations?
Like a trickled drop of water on a caladium leaf
Everything slips in a moment, except for the grief.
Though I desperately try to break this silence
I find no one near to grab the fleeing preference.
Dr. T. Ashok Chakravarthy -Â www.worldpeacepoetry.com
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Great write,
"The orphaned and the starving street children
Influence my thoughts with a wave of emotion,
My mind gets blocked with a veil of dejection,
Lo! What can I do, rejected and left all alone.
When mind is reigned by thoughts of desperation
Who can but salvage the vanishing aspirations?"
alot to think about, love to you, nardine xx