The Night Of A Wilted Flower

Like the fish who is drowned in the depths of sea,I am drowned in the depths of my own thoughts.


Like the shadow whose presence is never celebrated,

I am a passing wind invisible yet touching you with tenderness.



Like the stray animal who is starving for food,

I am lost in the verses of my own poem starving for a soulful connection.



Like the ferocious thunderstorm which brought the wrath under the kindness of rainfall,

I am crying the tears of blood under the heaviness of silence.



Like the young cactus glittering under the hot sky in the desert,

I am smiling over the unhealed wounds while corrupting the agonizing pain.



Like the unexplored efforts of a river who connects mountains with sea,

I am faded in the noise of my own city.



Like the torn dreams of a sick & homeless,

I am quenching thirst with the tears of my wounded dreams.



Like a freedom fighter who is on a death row,

I am an idea eternally immortal born to melt the chains of slavery.



Like  froth which is destined to die in the lap of his own mother,

I am writing the wails and pain strangulated by my own inherited misery.



Like the uncelebrated birthdays and planned death anniversaries,

I am just a name to be remembered as great grandfather,a drunken father,an unkind neighbour.