My yearning to find
one of my kind
is yet to be…
my roving-eye
misses not a chance
strays not a bit
yet gets not the result desired
wishes touch and go
like bouncing waves
kissing shores in a torrid ebb and flow
yet fail to embark upon
the intended pattern
faith capsizes
in the ocean of belief
and i shriek in despair
frantically try
to punctuate raw emotions
and scribble something spectacular
bigger travesty
hauls attack
stalls comeback of earnest desire
yet… I refuse to give up
cling to the split ends
to battle odds and indictment.
~Sujata Dash
Bhubaneswar, India