A Poem By Prabodh Prakash

i show you not the images made on sands
don't you feel it, when I hold your hands?

i tell you not the feelings untrue
don't you feel my pain, when I have to bid you adieu

my eyes, do they even lie
my seriousness, you might not have seen, I blame that to my smlie

i might be immature, i might be kid, but I try to improvise
to love you, beyond boundaries, don't I have that right?

i know you like someone, but I love you
I swear to god, Yes, I do

in health, in pain, and when life will be abysmal pit
i promise, i will stand tall, give my everything, every single bit

i am suffocated inside out, my wounds are deep
usually, you ressustate me, then why there is sadness, and its a big heap

i love small kids, I pay tax, I do not harm people
then why I can't fulfil my wish, I feel helpless, so aweful

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