Coping  with pain and fear

hoping someday

this would vanish and disappear

I sought no refuge in balm

nor in relief of temporary nature

just wanted to flow along

the rhapsody of a melancholic song

to adapt to different difficult and wrong

Grappling with layers of variation

I had to handle dilapidated corridors

left beyond repair and modification

for erring souls had erred enough

tossed real for apparent measure

I am now all shattered and no hope

slowly losing foothold and scope

yet my longing sense goads to try hard

whispers to  trust the present

dissect the dark

some dream still remains it says

hidden in the crevices

and deep untouched pockets.

                                                                                                                   ~ Sujata Dash

                                                                                                                       Bhubaneswar, India