There is no glimpse of hope,
I am wondering in darkness grope.
My fingers show me the way,
But my feet stop and my heart pray
The fear drives me nut through out the day.
I suddenly feel no ground,
The weight on my heart is thousand pounds.
Looking at the bird in a cage,
I do not find myself so different,
Is love so cruel? Is that what is meant?
Warmth of Love is increasing as I dwell,
But it was so lovely and beautiful,
And was not supposed to feel like hell.
Screaming as myself berate,
Giving in to this, my fate…
© 2012 Pimmi Nag