Sunday Poem By Rakesh Chandra

Sunday Poem By Rakesh Chandra

My Night is Endlessly Long

Surrounded by the scathing redness Of my pent up anger, and the greyish- Black slime of my dirty self, My conscience, pure as snow, Is screaming aloud in the wilderness; The whole world has turned into A frightening silence zone; There is nobody near me to share My burden of unwanted woes, caused by my Own acts of indiscretion and over-indulgence; Everyone is busy in fighting his own Battles on a daily basis; The droplets of my screaming sound Are mingling slowly into the river Of life flowing freely, following its Own mysterious rhythm; The echo of melancholic notes is coming Back to me, unnerving the calm Of my innerself; My night is long without an end.