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.