Poetry

One of My Kind

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

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