I was not capable of <br />contradicting the quietness. <br />A silent emotion was insulting me. <br />Forgetting the self-denial <br />I went for choosing the impossible. <br /> <br />Am I sick of myself? <br />The agony overwhelms me with mystic relief. <br />Here and now I feel the human spirit <br />outsmarting the gifts of revenge <br />in the eyes of past. <br /> <br />No hope of breeze. It is hot inside, <br />the spirit burning. False peers <br />were scoring with debts of darkness. <br /> <br /> <br />Tiny ideas crowd the mind <br />flying straight through the mist of anguish <br />I elect to be nothing.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-be-nothing/
