POETRY CHEST: I AM LEFT TO WHINE....

Sunday, 28 June 2015

The wind speaks my heart out,

The rain washes my soul out,

Into the nature's lap,

Where I can peacefully take a nap.

In this rat race of life,

Time played the distorted fife,

Where I was left with no vitality,

And kept moving with frustrated mentality.

I needed a refreshing period to think,

I needed a moment to blink,

My tired eyes to watch the moments,

That was already sinking into time's grasp.

Time and tide waits for none,

I understood this line when I was all done,

With no close one's,no happiness,no time,

It seemed I did the most critical crime.

Cursing my soul and my fate,

I was trapped because I swallowed time's bait,

The greed to be the best caused me this lose,

The lose that cannot be repaid only can be regretted.

I have lost much and left with a handful,

And I am indebted to the moment so thankful,

To bring my conscience back in time,

To help me to secure the left with love and chime.

Here I stand safeguarding and regretting,

In the season's blissful rain and wetting,

My body to drain all pain I incurred,

And resting in nature's lap burred.

I love to be loved,

I love to be cared,

But I feel very scared,

To be hated like a spared.

I know the crime is mine,

I know I drank the selfish wine,

But believe me I have broken the stein,

Please forgive me,I am left only to whine.

Poet by Situation

Sunday, 28 June 2015